Mother

Over land and over sea
 She reaches out to me
 Weaving and threading the loom
 From womb to womb
 Slaves and merchants
 Pilgrims and thieves
 Felt her hand and charted skys
 By following her moon
 Mother ... Mother ... Mother ...
 Some came and built with stone and bone
 Some planted fields on promised land
 And harvested their dreams,
 Then disappeared
 As generations lose their memory
 I'll try and remind my heart ...
 And hope that it will set me free
 Mother ... Mother ... Mother ...
 Condeming my true nature
 I stood outside of myself ... outside of myself
 Conditioning is what made me
 Lose sight of myself ... lose sight of myself ...
 Lose sight
 Ravens cry out,
 Tides pull in,
 Somehow she replenishes ...
 Giving birth again
 Mother ... Mother ... Mother ...