I've gone to many places and I've seen so many things
she said in every language she'd collected on a string
a solace found in nature she projected onto those
who had no peace and quiet they could call their very own
I know this life is bitter even more than it is sweet
but let me pour this honey on the sores beneath your feet
the Earth is just as tired as the people it sustains
in search of rest in rivers running still as latter rain
let fog upon the soil give us time enough to heal
account for every single thing we ever said was real