Laurence Overmire - Maybe The Trees lyrics

Maybe the trees have lost their eyes And the wind its wicked wisdom The sand sifts through the gla** Unnoticed The rivers cry in the dark phase Of an old moon Hear me, O Sun Give life to the branch Soil to the root Fast water, graceful rain A rising tide to wash away Sorrow We must emerge Together The upheaval of a great mountain Through stratified rock A peak of glistening snow To claim the heavens as our Own.