mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison
mother I lost it all of the fear of the Lord I was given
mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to
mother forgive me I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you

so may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten
sons can be birds taken broken up to the mountain

iron an wine lyrics, stuck in my head. not related as usual.

a commishie for a-jax of her beautiful saber-toothed fursona. c: thank you for commissioning me.

art © mee.
character © a-jax