Mom, I’m tired
of siding sun
and riding wind
and hiding evil.
Mom, I’m tired
and weird.
Mom, I’m tired,
that the world is weird.
Fathima Sanna
lives in the doldrums
Mom, I’m tired
of siding sun
and riding wind
and hiding evil.
Mom, I’m tired
and weird.
Mom, I’m tired,
that the world is weird.
Fathima Sanna
Isn’t it amazing
to see your twin planet?
Aren’t you lucky
to find your twin planet?
O’ from the miraculously,
calamitously,
beauteously
expanding universe.
Isn’t it amazing
to see your twin planet?
Aren’t you lucky
to find your twin planet?
Tonight we can sink
into the galaxies to sing
thank yous
for letting us to the way
to meet,
and we can pray
not to be sleet
by you losing my warmth
and me losing your warmth.
Fathima Sanna