Madonna and Child
We slip into the mist
Dreaming of our bellies full
How can I be his strength
When I'm wasted, wasted
Bones are showing through
Where once there was flesh
My babys belly's filled
With the vapor of death
Spirits sing in the wind, take away my hunger
This I pray, this I pray
Spirits sing in the wind, holding out my hand
Still I pray, still I pray
The light shines in the night
Warming up my heart
But still I pray, still I pray
Spirits sing in the wind, deliver me my comfort
This I pray, this I pray
When the people till the land
The earth gives up her fruit
When the people have their fill
The gate is open to the land
A good man loves the day
Rests well through the night
But when a bad man takes too much
He throws us all away
Can't they see me dying
Off in the milk and honey land
I know they see me dying
On their full-length screen
But they just don't know
How it feels to know you can't feed your child
If I can't feed my child we're better off dead
We're better off dead, we're better off dead
My body's burning up
A little more each day
My heart is broke again
Like when my man passed away
The stone's cold in my hand
High up in the air
I strike a blow to save his soul
And let him fly away
Spirits sing in the wind, deliver me my comfort
This I pay, this I pray
Spirits sing in the wind, holding out my hand
Still I pray, still I pray
The light shines in the night
Warming up my heart
But still I pray, still I pray
Spirits sing in the wind, deliver me my comfort
This I pray, this I pray
This I pray, this I pray
I'm going home
Dreaming of our bellies full
How can I be his strength
When I'm wasted, wasted
Bones are showing through
Where once there was flesh
My babys belly's filled
With the vapor of death
Spirits sing in the wind, take away my hunger
This I pray, this I pray
Spirits sing in the wind, holding out my hand
Still I pray, still I pray
The light shines in the night
Warming up my heart
But still I pray, still I pray
Spirits sing in the wind, deliver me my comfort
This I pray, this I pray
When the people till the land
The earth gives up her fruit
When the people have their fill
The gate is open to the land
A good man loves the day
Rests well through the night
But when a bad man takes too much
He throws us all away
Can't they see me dying
Off in the milk and honey land
I know they see me dying
On their full-length screen
But they just don't know
How it feels to know you can't feed your child
If I can't feed my child we're better off dead
We're better off dead, we're better off dead
My body's burning up
A little more each day
My heart is broke again
Like when my man passed away
The stone's cold in my hand
High up in the air
I strike a blow to save his soul
And let him fly away
Spirits sing in the wind, deliver me my comfort
This I pay, this I pray
Spirits sing in the wind, holding out my hand
Still I pray, still I pray
The light shines in the night
Warming up my heart
But still I pray, still I pray
Spirits sing in the wind, deliver me my comfort
This I pray, this I pray
This I pray, this I pray
I'm going home
Credits
Writer(s): Hawksbrother Paddaquahum
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