Mother, remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body.
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten.
Sons are like birds flying upwards over the mountain.
– Upward Over the Mountain, Iron & Wine
Mother, remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body.
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten.
Sons are like birds flying upwards over the mountain.
– Upward Over the Mountain, Iron & Wine