[ Maternal ＜3 Havening ]

Lyrics

They were made of, of a whitish, bluish light And the arm looked like robes to me And it was, like, flowing energy So it was, it was really just this idea of a form More so than an actual solid form My child, myself, seems to reign My mother, myself, runs fingertips up her forehead Through our hair Palm tops on socket caves Instead of prayer Or direct feed Haven and squeeze I huff, I puff, and blow my house down (I huff, I puff, and blow my house down) I'm tired of being tired of not being awake This life is exile from home You can't go home until you'rе ready You gotta pass your exams