I am on a battlefield
Metal leaning towards the sky
Surrounded by little rocks and oceans
Protecting our natural beating hearts
Am I made of stone?
It feels strange
Enchanted by the elegance of iron
Robots and wildbirds
Working in my veins
Pushing, all pushing the same
Battles on my arms, my cheeks, my eyelids
A little man crying on my nose tip
War sounds rumbling in my eardrums
Thunderstorms are rolling in on us
You see I’ve come to love
The machine in me
I love every scratch and every shade
On the machine in me
I care for those who get
The machine in me
I will not lose
The machine in me
I know you can love the machine in me!
