Seeds

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