| My brother lives in a jungle concrete
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| Like a belly gone to rumbling
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| Only wants a taste of the sky
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| Wind and fire, setting the seeds
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| For the son of his son come with him
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| One day to come
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| My sister, her hands are raised
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| For the stakes are high and she knows it
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| And I am singing for her vision
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| Singing for her vision
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| This is not mere speech
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| All we seek is here where we stand and
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| Shape as clay, turning tides dug deep and
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| Wider still to hold what comes
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| And wider still to say
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| We’ll never be moved from here
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| Our lives will live in the seeds we’ve sown
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| Calling what’s coming clear
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| Our will is held in the gardens we’ve grown
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| As light from the sun we can give
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| As rivers meeting can become one
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| Walk toward the call of this
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| And plant it deep for the ones to come
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| One day
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| None shall be imprisoned
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| For tending the land
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| For feeding our children
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| One day
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| We will cherish the soil
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| Valued more than gold
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| Its value more than gold
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| One day our hands will raise
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| For the way we walk and how we own it
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| And I am singing for this vision
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| Singing for this vision
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| This is not mere speech
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| All we seek is here where we stand and
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| Shape as clay, turning tides dug deep and
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| Wider still to hold what comes
|
| And wider still to say
|
| We’ll never be moved from here
|
| Our lives will live in the gardens we’ve grown
|
| Calling what’s coming clear
|
| Our will is held in the seeds we’ve sown
|
| As light from the sun we can give
|
| As rivers meeting can become one
|
| Walk toward the call of this
|
| And plant it deep for the ones to come
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| My brother live in a jungle concrete
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| Like a belly gone to rumbling
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| Only wants a taste of the sky
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| Wind and fire, setting the seeds
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| For the son of his son
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| To come with him one day
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| Taste the roots he was born from
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| Pass him the story how all
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| Hands came together as
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| One |