Othala کے بول

With careful steps I carve my path It's riddled with thorns and sharp stones I can barely see an arm length in front of me This fog of fear and uncertainty Alas, I shall not give in I will walk on with honorable intent I need a space to share amongst kin Far from the reach of modernity Hearken to an honest and natural time With deep respect we bow to the earth I trust the hope that we can leave Some beauty to our children Othala, othala?