Cold woods, and bare feet
I know your hands they buried my seed
Late at night, your song brings the sunrise
And dries the dew from my spine
Tell me what I am to be
To be crushed by your feet
Or to grow from my weeds
Good morning world, this is my first leaf
And in the air I am free
It's the same as it has always been
I'm a saint and this is my sin: Speak to my blood! Tell it to live