How does it feel to be first leaf Drawn to the dawn from winter sleep? How does it feel to be uncurled Opening out like a sail unfurled? How from the wood do you beak through? There from a barren stem is you Whisper of life from a bark like death Faith there enough just to be yourself
How did it feel to take that death Drawn to the dark and lose yourself? How did it feel to become so small Hung there, forsaken, to lose it all? How from the wood did You break through? There from a barren tomb was You Whisper of life from a bark like death Faith there enough just to be Yourself
