Out of the Ash

My mother is ash
Her whole life in the trash
But her spirit
refuses to burn.

I'm like my mother
We are larger than life
And our spirits
Won't fit in an urn.

So, on the sad day
You build an altar to display
An urn full of nothing
but trash...

Know we've moved on
Our spirits are gone
We grew wings
When we rose from the ash.