Just to face the calling
We are one web of breath
We are one heart of flesh
We are one sacrifice
Just to face the calling
The tundra is bleeding
The coral is shrieking
The owls are weeping
Coming back to me
The forests are crying
The birds are colliding
The ocean is dying
Coming back to me
Remember the pattern
The weave of the matter
The beauty the balance
Coming back to be
Composição: Christina Wood / Cicely Goulder / Paris Forscutt