Ghosts in the discipline of the human Forces swimming within Brewing atone ascending The fleeting passage of time The planet turned in on itself, then peaced back On earth Born We all came from a woman Grew our bodies inside her Washed in her blood, first blood So how does the mother stand beside, when she created As the child takes laboured breath Like the first Last blood, not like the first For walking, for playing, for driving, for breathing, for being Bearing her feelings with the limbs she bore to life Her heart, heavier than the body We wrap around these times We hold to be felt our brown skin shining against the sun Bright and seen, always seen Creating a shielding layer of strength To muster a life in the open Bright as the new sun One with blending colors strung about Can we see each other through the mist A hazy new face caught in the moment of living? I knew this wasn't a dream 'Cause dreams don't feel matter And matter is solid in its turn