Oh, the sand was colder And I knew I was older By the time The time I left you Baby birds learned how to sing And the rocks cracked into the stream As the leaves left The summer breeze behind I learned how to dream Then the spring came with its new words And the sea said sing like blue birds Oh the rapture of waking old hurts I was on my kitchen...Learn More

As our Mother is my witness She moves swiftly as she listens Under the sun cracking cold ground Forbidden gardens howl with the wildest sounds She speaks softly She speaks softly She speaks softly If she speaks it’s not so often As our Father is my gun, my gun Holy water recoils in the dimming sun As our Father says my gun, my gun Is my right...Learn More