From the loom in our throat
To the woven hope,
From the DNA spool
To the prayer in the tapestry,
From the text to the fate,
From the smoke to the signal,
Dear oh dear, it is not a heartbeat,
It is an echo.
Dear oh dear, it is not an echo
It is a battle cry,
From the loom in our song
To the lyrics of your name.
Image credit : The Looms in our Bones by Izziyana Suhaimi
Frédéric Benqué 