The ground I remember
With holes left in the field
The wounds from that September
Have finally healed
Slopes of broken boulders
Worn away from the climb
My world off my shoulders
No more wasting time
And no more pushing for answers
Now that I'm wide awake
I'm taking up my second chances
As old roots can decay
Vessels of you and me and water
Carve their way through the land
But while I'm still here I'm still othered
I won't bite the feeding hand
So watch me sail on the river
Though I won't be far away
The wind won't make me shiver
But I won't let things be the same