Watching the horizon for signs of a storm
Knowing that the right will undo all the wrong
I can feel this child inside me move
She rolls with nothing to prove
She’s gonna change the way I choose
Looking forward to the blood and pain
Feel it coming down like rain
Washing over and through my veins
Come the thunderhead moving down the pass
Come the thunderhead break the silence at last
Now I can come clean find words for all the seen
Find some peace inside the stream
Turn in and endure the mean
I can feel this child inside me move
She rolls with nothing to prove
She’s gonna change the way I choose
Blind by the sun cleansed by the pain
Dancing with spirit elders in coats of gold
Crawl through the spot where the world
Was pulled like a root, pulled by it’s leaves
Gathered and burned as the dinner of thieves
Then returned as the body of Eve
Reckoned by the grace of grace

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