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Watch It Burn
03:03
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Are we all going to stand around and watch it burn?
Are we all just dying to take our turn?
To build a house on melting ice
and let our children pay the price?
Are we dying to watch it burn?
We built this house of straw on bones and tears
On the status quo that we can’t let go of as the flames draw near
Fist held fast in a jar of our past sins that we’ve dressed as rights
Caught in the trap of not looking back on the greed that holds us tight
If we claim to be brave and we want to be free
We have to look at the shadows we pretend not to see
Are we all going to stand around and watch it burn?
Are we all just dying to take our turn?
To take a swing, to lay the blame,
To point a finger and hide our shame?
Are we dying to watch it burn?
May the rain wash the smoke from our eyes.
May the truth shine through these darkened skies.
May the seeds of something more begin to rise.
May this struggle make us wise.
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A Single Leave
04:39
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A single leaf on the tip of a maple tree, reaching toward the sky
Leaning out into sunlight and air as if it were born to fly.
We’re all born to fly someday
We’re all born to fly away.
A single leaf on the tip of a maple tree, with purpose understood,
To breathe in the co2 and give it back as oxygen, and nurture the greater good
And we all need to breathe right now.
And we all need to give back somehow.
A single leaf on the tip of a maple tree, a season for its home
To build and to nourish the life of the whole and the ones that are yet to come
We’re all have to hold tomorrow with care
'cause we all want to live somewhere.
A single leaf on the tip of a maple tree, living for the light
For beauty and the heights, and the work that’s at hand and then letting go in its time.
And we all must let go someday.
We were all born to fly away.
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Anura
05:01
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High summer has passed, and the fall’s coming on.
No one has come to answer my song.
But I’ll sing it every night, and I hope you will hear.
Come
Come
Come
Come to me, my dear.
Everything must change. I know that in my bones.
For I was born of water, and I crawled onto the stones.
But everything is getting so much harder, there’s nowhere to call home.
And all my friends, with silent hearts, have left me all alone.
Sometimes I wish I could stop breathing, but it seeps in through my skin.
And so I sing my song to you, until time will take me home again.
Come
Come
Come
Come
Come
Come to me, my dear.
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4. |
A Tree in the Forest
04:30
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I am a tree in the forest,
stretching up for my patch of sun.
And I can't grudge the tree growing next to me,
for a light that's more easily won.
I've grown in the soil I was given,
and I've dug my footing deep,
where the land and the roots have woven a mystery
and the Spring an Sap will keep
company on the longest days
when the birds and bees light,
and they'll clothe me in layers of moss-covered bark
for the wind that comes up at night.
I will breathe deeply.
I will breathe slow.
I'll take in what I'm given,
And use it to grow.
I'll give what I can
in the ways that I know.
I will breathe in.
I will let go.
And when I fall to the ancient floor
with or without a sound.
My bones will be marked by the beetles and ants
that live in that sacred ground.
And any grain of self that I've known
will be eaten or crumbled to dust
and will nourish the soil where a seed will fall
and all will be as it must.
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Kristin Gordon Portland, Oregon
Kristin Gordon is a singer/songwriter/multi-instrumentalist living in Portland, OR. She loves coffee, singing in harmony, laughing, and looking for meaning in everyday things. When she’s not writing words & melodies, she’s often directing choirs or teaching young fingers to play the piano. ... more
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