| Listen child, how your voice makin these sounds |
| where they tumble as mountain and stone |
| Rage has a way of unleashing your Sol… |
| These hands do not hold the strings that |
| dance you, you’re holding tight but don’t |
| want to dance this way and breaking |
| away has never been shown to you my |
| love, this trail is yours to set |
| light to, no one but yourself can |
| lead you where you must go |
| only you know |
| name it your own |
| trail to set light to |
| lead by night |
| lantern set, set inside |
| speak to the fear, speak it right |
| tasting all that’s come before you |
| Here, hold, gotcha back |
| all behind, all that’s passed |
| speak to the fear, speak it right |
| tasting all that wants to move you… |
| Listen child, how your throat’s makin these rounds |
| like a typhoon getting used to giving it’s wake |
| Say it with all grace and no holding back your |
| Voice of the voiceless |
| knowing the nameless |
| choosing the righteous |
| worth what you give this |