Carry me in your grace
And I shall rise to stand
Firm upon the shoulders of belief
As I sway to deliver
Each message as they fall
To their forgotten mound
And as I liken each touch
To that of the profound
I can finally feel
Each life passing down.
My own, a thousand times over
In the race of my blood
Deep within my hand

Hearken. For those who dare
To open their thoughts
And believe in the power
That nature's force does bring
Will begin to rest in the murmuring
Rhythm of the whisper of our world.
A gift, given to those who have learnt
To see.

I am in every breath
That you weave. In every
flutter that you braid
And I sleep within
Your blood. Let me be.

Half-awakened to the
Murmurs of the night,
I hasten to dream again
And yet, the breeze
And the slumber in sight
Makes me awaken again

I am still alive

It is as though I breathe
Through my eyes

Born in the midst of a war they bear the signs of death
Even within their sleep

And amongst the harvested memories of life
They stand naked before each dawn