My brother lives in a jungle concrete 
like a belly gone to rumbling 
only wants a taste of the sky 
wind and fire, setting the seeds 
for the son of his son come with him 
one day to come 
My sister, her hands are raised 
for the stakes are high and she knows it 
and I am singing for her vision 
singing for her vision 

This is not mere speech 
all we seek is here where we stand and 
shape as clay, turning tides dug deep and 
wider still to hold what comes 
and wider still to say 

We'll never be moved from here 
our lives will live in the seeds we've sown 
calling what's coming clear 
our will is held in the gardens we've grown 
as light from the sun we can give 
as rivers meeting can become one 
walk toward the call of this 
and plant it deep for the ones to come 

One day 
none shall be imprisoned 
for tending the land 
for feeding our children 
One day 
we will cherish the soil 
valued more than gold 
its value more than gold 
One day our hands will raise 
for the way we walk and how we own it 
and I am singing for this vision 
singing for this vision 

This is not mere speech 
all we seek is here where we stand and 
shape as clay, turning tides dug deep and 
wider still to hold what comes 
and wider still to say 

We'll never be moved from here 
our lives will live in the gardens we've grown 
calling what's coming clear 
our will is held in the seeds we've sown 
as light from the sun we can give 
as rivers meeting can become one 
walk toward the call of this 
and plant it deep for the ones to come 

My brother live in a jungle concrete 
like a belly gone to rumbling 
only wants a taste of the sky 
wind and fire, setting the seeds 
for the son of his son 
to come with him one day 
taste the roots he was born from 
pass him the story how all 
hands came together as 
one