Can you hear the world's heart breaking?
Threads unraveling awaiting a generational mend
Are you listening?
To the roaring sound of this ancestral sin
Everything repeats and returns like the weather
Mirrored as the raging waters in our veins
Curses blanketed heavy like old lovers
Crying out to free them from these heavy chains
All voices distract from hearing mother's truth,
A silver threaded lie watered by their nickel fed fountain of youth
And their fear that created the anger that created the hate
That created the wall between us all
Made a silent whisper of the soul's echoed call
But it's only our hands in charge of the web we weave
With medicine up our sleeves
Blessing water to the lungs from which we grieve
Read aloud the truth to the old
Burn away the books our fathers fathers wrote
So that you can pen the song of the skies
That awaken the hardened hearts from their lies
While hands wash clean the dirt born of silver dollars
Timeline separation, our mothers starvation
Far away from your child's salvation
Casting the dreaming ones upon her
We've died a thousand deaths in the last week alone
Preparing to hold the light sprouting from seeds we've sown
Phoenix visions while gazing into burning flames
Remembering the way down the path Spirit's paved
We were born for these times and have been preparing for these times
Can we rise?
And No one knew what was coming
Except for the women who see
Who listen to the universe's humming
To make sense of this wild mystery
But the time has come to mend the tear
Tiny lightning offering collective prayers
As a whisper from the spring blooms tell us a new tale
As they take a breath from winter's lingering gale
Grab your thread and your seeds too
Meet me in the decaying garden we grew
With the rising dawn awakening compassion from its bed
Wound tightly under egos decaying web
Maybe now you can listen
To the heartbreak of all
Did you learn your lesson
During humanity's great fall