The Child

I am not the one, who taught my heart to beat
I cannot add a breath, even a step into my feet
I could not tell you where all of these thoughts even begin
I barely know this body that I'm traveling in

But I must use these hands to dig the land that I must sow
And feed upon the fruit of my love's labor when it grows
And think about a bed to lay my head when day is through
Rest this heavy heart, that it may start when tomorrow's new

I gave the seed that sprung to feed the soul of my own son
But a magic full of mystery grew those legs on which he runs
And I'll never know, how grew his soul, so wonderful and wild
He's a part of me but mystery, mostly grows the child

And the song that I now sing, from whence did spring the melody?
I cannot pin the origin, that sang the song to me
But I will be an emissary in my life upon the sea
Like a gift adrift the ocean, did the notion come to me
Like a gift adrift the ocean, did the notion flow to me

How can we ever know the way that the spirit flows to the bones
In the belly of a lady with a baby that grows even while her momma sleeps
Just so, we'll never know the way of the spirit in the river that flows
Through the valley in the canyon of the soul it's a secret she keeps