These are My Roots, My Family, My Memories, My Dreams.
We used to play hide and seek, when the plants covered us from toes to teeth.

Behind the town a small forest there laid, anf from it's vines we swung and played.
My grandmother, and the necklace she gave me when i came out.
My Great-Grand-Aunt and the earring she gave to me.
My town's church, a place where thoughts and kindness were required but belief was optional.
My Great-grandfather and his son, soon to be my Grandfather and my dad; a line of clones has arrived.
May their souls rest in peace.
May their souls rest in peace.
I miss the rain back in Mexico.

Right after it rained my street would flood, and paper boats would reign the roads.