HÅN - The Children

I'm a child of the moon
Raised into white forests
My skin is smothered
My eyes are sheltered
I don't know how to walk through the ocean
My land is made of all the saints I choose to pray
Covered by branches I lost all that I found

(All the mothers sing through my lungs//what they harness is far above)

I see no home(Oh!) I feel no warmth in this kingdom(Oh!)
I see no home now
I see no home(Oh!) I feel no warmth in this kingdom(Oh!)
I see no home now
I see no home(Oh!) I feel no warmth in this kingdom(Oh!)
I see no home now