When we were trees, our fingers brushed the evening skies
When we were roots, we rent the soil and drank our fill
Now I am stone, and roots grow from my granite back
Once I was free, and the hills they trembled in harmony
When we fell, the seasons would change for me
When we grew, the fires would dance a tale for me
Shadows in our wake and tales of a time yet to come
Anchored in stasis; a wick in a wax prison
Once we were giants, our footsteps sang the crashing tide
Once we were waves, our whispers killed the stars at dawn
When we cried, the duchess of winter sculpted chapters of ice
And when we died, the cascades
Of autumn leaves formed blankets of life
When we were stars, the world thrived in time with us
And when we dined, our place was set with gold and pearls
Shadows in our wake and tales of a time yet to come
Anchored in stasis; a wolf in a wool prison
When we fell, the seasons would change for me
And when we grew, the fires would dance a tale for me
Gaia guide us, nurse and drive us
We cracked the marrow of the earth
Writhe in silence, we drank the nectar of her youth
Break my prison door
Unplug my heart machine and fly, fly, unfettered
Daybreak dream-state
Rest assured that you will fly
When mountains blow like leaves in wind
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