The Morning

I think the sounds of the seeds
The different machine sounds
I think it could be really ineteresting
Then I can create a lyrical
That really tells their stories from the inside out
From their lands, you know?

So it starts with the pauses
Is singular and quiet
It’s still and it is patient
Intended as it grows
And we go
From sunrise to sun falling
From daughter to sister
Angels through Maria

Our reaching is daunting
But perfectly far reaching
And our mission is joined
With our children returning
There’s blood and there’s sweat
And there’s fears unabated
And there’s grief in the night time
While the Phoenix is rising
Rising high
Leading me home

So this is the morning
We’re born into blending
We’re led by the senses
We’re serving our family
We’re graced by the tender
We’re upping the ante
We can’t help but orient
Homebound t’ward unity

And this sight of inclusion
It’s hardly protected
It’s safe by intention
Educate me far and wide

And this small section of the world
It calls me to my highest
To true collaboration

So this is the morning
We’re born into blending
We’re led by the senses
We’re serving our family
We’re graced by the tender
We’re upping the ante
We can’t help but orient
Homebound t’ward unity