The blood of my ancestors [bad word] through me
in everything I see,
and hear and touch;
the family tree’s growing,
reaching for the sun.
And what’s that I hear
in the voice of a tiny bird?
message [bad word] and clear
in the step of a deer,
a lightness untouched by
life and love and fear.

And all of the seeds are sown,
within the sacred earth,
from their mama’s arms are blown,
on the wind to rebirth.

By the sun and the moon,
a balance held so close,
in the hand of eternal space;
and I am so grateful to have chosen,
the path of your divine grace.

And all of the seeds are sown,
within the sacred earth,
from their mama’s arms are blown,
on the wind to rebirth.
And I love you so!
the stars in the sky,
the fire in my sunset;
And wherever you go,
I will always feel you.