Pushing through rocks like roots

Blending fruit, brown and blue

You can't stop what you can't move

We will untame nature

Angles force what we make up as fate

When open hands serve to hide your face

We're marked for left in the dust and breeze

Dirt swallows dreams but you know worse things happen at sea

Gifted true howling moon

Lifted mood, skirt, and tune

You can't stop when you can't lose

We won't shame our flavor

Kiss the fools, "God be with you"

Drip the drool, the crowning jewel

You can't stop where you can't rule

We'll be our own savior