New from the ground that bears me
Swinging in tides to take root
I shake free from the tendrils
And taste the budding spirit of form
Before me the road stands ready
And I abide the seed to roam
Dark from the sun that loves me
Eager for what waits to be seen
Eyes that long for the wonders
Heady from a soul full of dreams
Autumn sometimes comes quick
Leaves can get caught in a storm
Far from the tree that bound me
I fell to freedom and you mourn
My step has never faltered
Nor wistful for yesterdays
I have reached the banks of this river
To a destiny we have always known
And for the crossing I stand ready
To taste the quiet spirit of home
Swinging in tides to take root
I shake free from the tendrils
And taste the budding spirit of form
Before me the road stands ready
And I abide the seed to roam
Dark from the sun that loves me
Eager for what waits to be seen
Eyes that long for the wonders
Heady from a soul full of dreams
Autumn sometimes comes quick
Leaves can get caught in a storm
Far from the tree that bound me
I fell to freedom and you mourn
My step has never faltered
Nor wistful for yesterdays
I have reached the banks of this river
To a destiny we have always known
And for the crossing I stand ready
To taste the quiet spirit of home
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