Long live the weeds that grew up through my teens,
That grew up through to trees.
Long live those vines that creep towards the light,Creeping all the time,
Enough so I might climb
I'm older now, I'm breaking through,
Toward you, Lord,
Toward a hope I can't see coming.
(I saw a bird)With velvet wings unfurled, high above this world.
She circled down because I had cried out,
She bade me up to mount
And we flew out of this town.
We whirred our wings, Fluttered up,
Feather light
I could not see where I had come from.