✍🏻 WRITTEN & COMPOSED BY EME LATINA (2026) 🖼️ ARTWORK PROVIDED BY AXYO -------------- ABOUT: -------------- This song utilizes folklore writing to tell a story of generational loss. The story is about waiting for the metaphorical great tower to turn when a soul is ready to say goodbye. Think of it as lore. I've spoken about grief before, but this time it talks about those invisible ties between generations that reveals how it's often harder to let go then it is to hold on. In the end, memories are all we have left. -------------- LYRICS: -------------- whhh(ohhh)(ohhh)(ohhhh) whhh(ohhh)(ohhh)(ohhhh) Grandmother would take her tea on the patio, quietly facing the hill; Evening always found us waiting for the turning of The Towering Mill. The old road stopped at the hillside, where the forest took its fill; No one crossed beyond the marker; It was just as it'll always will What is this turning of the years? This final goodbye? It's not enough to have a place wherefore to mourn those who die... I am a girl, miniature against this grand world; unable to set you free, you belong to me; all I have is your memory. The tower with its long wings only moves when souls are ready; when they loosen their hold on family, and their hearts grow calm and steady (whhh)(ohh)(ohh) (whhh)(ohh)(ohh) Mother would leave a little candle burning bright on the windowsill; Said the ones who were gone before us would find their way still... When winter covered the fields, the church bells would start ringing; That was the way it had always been, when The Towering Mill was turning. What is this turning of the years? This burden we have to carry? A thousand names upon the hill, and none of them forgotten nor buried. I am a girl, miniature against this grand world; unable to set you free, you belong to me; all I have is your memory. Grandma couldn't let me go; she couldn't find enough reason.... She kept facing The Towering Mill, still holding onto me through many seasons Today my candle's burning brightly, upon that same ol' sill; My footsteps finally get to leave the pathway, and my voice gets to be still. whhh(ohhh)(ohhh) (ohhhh) whhh(ohhh)(ohhh) (ohhhh) I will take my tea on the hill, quietly facing the windowsill; the evening will find me enjoying the turning of The Towering Mill.
