What now is sprouting in me?
I give water
I give my love over
To what is sprouting in me.
What is sprouting in me?
I will tell stories
I will tell the truth
I am giving water and love
Oh, I’m made of memories,
Oh, I’m made of memory,
Oh, I’m made of flesh and bones.
I will give my love
To a new way to be,
New way for me to be.
