My brother lives in a jungle concrete
like a belly gone to rumbling
only wants a taste of the sky
wind and fire, setting the seeds
for the son of his son come with him
one day to come
My sister, her hands are raised
for the stakes are high and she knows it
and I am singing for her vision
singing for her vision

This is not mere speech
all we seek is here where we stand and
shape as clay, turning tides dug deep and
wider still to hold what comes
and wider still to say

We'll never be moved from here
our lives will live in the seeds we've sown
calling what's coming clear
our will is held in the gardens we've grown
as light from the sun we can give
as rivers meeting can become one
walk toward the call of this
and plant it deep for the ones to come

One day
none shall be imprisoned
for tending the land
for feeding our children
One day
we will cherish the soil
valued more than gold
its value more than gold
One day our hands will raise
for the way we walk and how we own it
and I am singing for this vision
singing for this vision

This is not mere speech
all we seek is here where we stand and
shape as clay, turning tides dug deep and
wider still to hold what comes
and wider still to say

We'll never be moved from here
our lives will live in the gardens we've grown
calling what's coming clear
our will is held in the seeds we've sown
as light from the sun we can give
as rivers meeting can become one
walk toward the call of this
and plant it deep for the ones to come

My brother live in a jungle concrete
like a belly gone to rumbling
only wants a taste of the sky
wind and fire, setting the seeds
for the son of his son
to come with him one day
taste the roots he was born from
pass him the story how all
hands came together as
one