10 acessos
I run to this field
And hold on to the grass for dear life
The wind, it's pouring
Through my ears and dresses
Raising my sadness
Like a stone washed in sand
I know you buried my anchor in this field
To keep me from flying from my home
Waist-deep in the earth, I root into the land
As my hair turns to ravens for dear life
I'm wringing out the storm
For dear life
I'm wringing out the storm
Losses transform me
I'm building her from ashes
Raise her for morning and the sun
I'll wake and walk this field,
Deliver and undone
And warm my home with paces
For dear life
I will run
I will run