can you rest in my bed in my wildest dreams
sing through my spirit and sift through my feet
abundance of grace to the place where I dance
not a moment of fear as I give you these hands
the sound of a tone, deep, resonating and full
the life of my grandmothers throughout me is told
divine is the rhythm that flows through the earth
captivating it glides shedding tears over my worth
the sweet mystery of infinity, of nothing, of now
how full of joy I am while you are breaking down
the desire for freedom, to be free, to have for free
can the moment be enough, every touch every beat
