Who You Really Are

The past is gone
Don’t try to hold on
I’ve been calling you back home

Back to your roots
Where you’ll find the truth
Of who you really are

You are no woman of the world
Easily lost
With no light to guide your way

You know where you’ve been
Now see where you’re going
Born Anew. Born Anew.

You are Sister of the Earth
Lady of the Land
In touch with Nature’s Way

Tell me…
How do the violet and clover taste?
Are the berries sweet?

Wash your sorrows in the River, Dear One
And tell me…
Does the rock feel smooth underfoot?

Return back to your home.
Paint the birds. Paint the trees.
Pay homage with your life.

The past is gone
Don’t try to hold on
I’ve been calling you back home

Back to your roots
Where you’ll find the truth
Of who you really are

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