Turning Wake

Turn, turning you a bent-bone weary wandering soul
 And born, borne upon a body you can never own
 Rollin' you a long-bent sideways tumbling a mother-given loom
 You knew it when you flew in shuttlin'
 Weaver you are goal-bent, but do your strings
 Hold the strength of what was given when you flew in?
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 Burn, you're burning your own home
 Some days could you live a little lighter
 Give a little water, give a little eye to eye
 See from what you're made, got a lil' shadow in your wake
 Wakin' is the way you grow this, know this
 Got a lil' matter to be bade, met and given it away
 This the trip we being shown, told is all we've ever known
 What another truth you gonna hide?
 Baby, finding that you choosin' every moment
 Lookin' through the frame they givin' you
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 There's a turn from the fear
 A stand for the free
 A song for the beat-down pickin' up steam
 You will hear my voice here singin'
 There's a let from the greed
 A gift for the kind
 I'll be dancing' with the ones who remind me
 We are born of dust and silence
 We are made of ancient song
 And there are ones who'll keep us sleeping
 And there are ones who bring the dawn
 Put your back to the birch and your mind
 To the matter of a listening kind of way
 We are born of dust and silence
 We are made of ancient song
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 Rose, rose upon the shoulders of the shoreline
 Eyesight creeping 'round the edges of the known
 You've known it from before
 Before your sight was shorn shifted
 And they told you not to talk of this
 But you remember in your sleep
 All the ones that you could see
 Raisin' candles to the sky
 Through the forest dark as night
 Wide-eyed, keep stride this the path you bein' shown
 Sure thing keep singin' to the ones you walkin' on
 They the wonder, you the stars they look upon
 You are clouds to them, giving harm or giving form
 Do we greet them with a grace?
 Do we run or do we face the ones who helping us
 To heal our choice and choose again?
 'Cause there's a turn from the fear
 A stand for the free
 A song for the beat-down pickin' up steam
 And you will my voice here singin'
 There's a let from the greed
 A gift for the kind
 I'll be dancing with the ones who remind me
 We are born of dust and silence
 We are made of ancient song
 And there are ones who'll keep us sleeping
 And there are ones who bring the dawn
 Put your back to the birch and your mind
 To the matter of a listening kind of way
 We are born of dust and silence
 We are made of ancient song
 Born of ancient song
 Bade farewell all you've been told
 Waves are rising you to shore
 It's not what you say, what you think
 It's the walk and the way that you do
 So you give what you give, what you give
 What you give, what you can, what you give
 Give what you give, what you are
 What you give, what you give, what you can
 What you give, what you give, what you are, what you can
 You will hear my voice here singin'
 (What you can, what you give, give what you are)
 I'll be dancing with the ones who remind me
 (What you can, what you are, give what you are)
 I'll be dancing with the ones who remind me
 We are born of dust and silence
 We are made of ancient song
 And there are ones who'll keep us sleeping
 And there are ones who bring the dawn
 Put your back to the birch and your mind
 To the matter of a listening kind of way
 We are born of dust and silence
 We are made of ancient song