In the Jungle

In my dreams, she took me away from here
Far from the well and all of it's sacredness
And beautiful greens and bright flashing colors
Spiraled into patterns, with trees for their covers

And soft milky soil pressed by my bare feet
All of the mud, so cold and wet is painted onto me
And I'm in the jungle covered in poison and bark
And I can't make out anything, not even the stars

She told me my mother turned into a bird
So pretty and holy that she's more than this earth
And her violet feathers glistening with green and blue
My hearts in this jungle where it's too cluttered to move

"And when, we die..."
"The grass will grow greener..."
"The world we have known all our lives..."
"Will become so meaningful..."
"We will make this place so much more beautiful..."
"With our bodies, they'll stay behind"
"But trust me, we'll return in time"

And there are little naked children
Burying dead animals in the mud
Their fur all clumped and dirty
But so beautifully they are gone

And those children run to their mothers
When I bring out my fathers gun
For when I see my mother
I will take her life again

"So unholy she is reborn" says a man
"Heaven will never take her"
"Hell is her new home"
"Here on earth, she suffers"