Mother

Over land and over sea
She reaches out to me
Weaving and threading the loom
From womb to wombSlaves and merchants
Pilgrims and thieves
Felt her hand and charted skys
By following her moonMother
Mother
Mother
My motherSome came and built in stone and bone
Some planted fields on promised land
And harvested their dreams
Then disappearedAs generations lose their memory
I'll try and remind my heart
And hope that it will set me freeMother
Mother
My mother
MotherCondemning my true nature
I stood outside of myself, outside of myself
Outside of myselfConditioning is what made me
Lose sight of myself, lose sight of myself
Lose sightRavens cry out
Tides pull in
Somehow she replenishes
Giving birth againMy mother
Mother
Mother
My, my motherMother, mother, mother
Mother, mother, mother
Mother, mother
My, my, my motherMother
Mother
Mother