On the Way to Tell (Naga Uta)

Scar-born innocence
Too quickly a deadened thing
This place not for children
A staircase thrown-down daddy
Screaming mom is deaf
Limping howling silent cry
Limping broken bone
Limping no doctor for me
This is how I walk
This is why I hesitate
Scar-born woman now
I will limp until I die
I have risen from the floor.