Clear the Path

Clear the path now Weeds have gathered on our ancestral trail Singers of songs long gone Poets, storytellers, artists, weavers Give in now and surrender to them Those from whom you came The long lines coursing through your veins Come on and fan the flames and concentrate For it's written on your son's face That light, shining through Blazing, in a moment of grace We are the daughters Of women that we will become The trailblazers whose lives will never be done For they stood on this self-same soil Buried the seeds that germinated, birthed and fed A new generation of tiny intricacies And forgotten family traits and oft-remembered eyes And hidden talents that reveal themselves At the strangest of times Speak of them Search for them For they are true Speak of them Search for them For they hold you We are the daughters Of women that we will become Whose lives can never be done Clear the path Clear the path Clear the path Clear the path