Текст песни
Jasmine…
Too sweet to be safe.
I died where life was meant to start,
On a floor that knew my name.
No doctor came, no steady hands,
Just blood and prayer and shame.
I held my breath to hear him cry,
But silence took his place.
They wrapped me wrong, they closed my eyes,
Forgot what grief should taste.
I don’t hunt, I don’t choose,
I only echo what was true.
When jasmine smells too sweet at night,
It means I’m calling out your name.
I wear white grief and fallen hair,
I died giving life - not rage.
I cry the child I never held,
Not to trick, not to deceive.
It’s not my will, it’s what I am,
A birth that never learned to breathe.
They hear me moving through the leaves,
Cloth and hair and broken air.
I pass the roofs, the quiet trees,
My sorrow tangles everywhere.
They say my face is cut with scars,
That hate lives in my eyes.
But all I carry is that room
Where mothers learn to die.
They should have sealed my mouth.
They should have filled my arms.
They left me open -
So I stayed open.
When jasmine smells too sweet, don’t run,
It’s only grief that calls you near.
I sing the sound I lost that day,
The only truth I hear.
If you see the nail behind my head,
If your hands begin to shake -
Decide for me what I can’t ask:
Pull it free…
And let me wake.
I was a mother.
I was alive.
