Hung in the room 
Hooked through the roof 
Folded in half 
I beg to grow
Foot on the ground 
Right on the bed 
Unnatural to 
See you 
Oh, this way 

Wings of mother 
Dripping milk from 

Dust off your leaves 
Pouring anew 
But at my weary call 
Following up 
Simple and sweet 
It seems so unreal 
Broken from you 

Wings of mother 
Dripping milk from 
If you want it 
Come and find it 

Reaching in arms 
Never keeping 
Folded in half