Watching the horizon for signs of a storm
Knowing that the right will undo all the wrong
I can feel this child inside me move
She rolls with nothing to prove
She's gonna change the way I choose
Looking forward to the blood and pain
Feel it coming down like rain
Washing over and through my veins
Come the thunderhead moving down the pa**
Come the thunderhead break the silence at last
Now I can come clean find words for all the seen
Find some peace inside the stream
Turn in and endure the mean
I can feel this child inside me move
She rolls with nothing to prove
She's gonna change the way I choose
Blind by the sun cleansed by the pain
Dancing with spirit elders in coats of gold
Crawl through the spot where the world
Was pulled like a root, pulled by it's leaves
Gathered and burned as the dinner of thieves
Then returned as the body of Eve
Reckoned by the grace of grace