Beneath the Dirt

Beneath the dirt she's holy
Holy
The mud grows wings when her feet start running
Holy
The wings are hers
She remembers
She remembers
Their story
For it began under the tree

Roots like veins ignite her
She found her heartbeat in the ground
This sacred earth
Flies up to hold her
Holy

The wind of our mother whispered in her ear
The child then danced before her
She said take my night and the moon in your eye
In the morning I'll hold you again
When mud kisses your skin

There she stretches her arms wide
Like branches that hold this
Earth in her eye
Oh holy



Credits
Writer(s): Angela Cevasco
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