I run to this field And hold on to the grass for dear life
The wind, it's pouring Through my ears and dresses Raising my sadness Like a stone washed in sand
I know you buried my anchor in this field To keep me from flying from my home Waist-deep in the earth, I root into the land As my hair turns to ravens for dear life I'm wringing out the storm
For dear life I'm wringing out the storm
Losses transform me I'm building her from ashes Raise her for morning and the sun I'll wake and walk this field, Deliver and undone And warm my home with paces For dear life I will run
