Motherland from Early Magic by Tom Hymn

I'm in to deep things, mysterious things
Like early magic coming up in the morning
Wet dew on the grass and it's soaking my sleeves
Living water on my tongue dripping down from the leaves

And there's a science, a secret science
That we were born with but we're facing some defiance
From a system of a system and we're black and blue
But there's a feeling we've been feeling and it's long overdue

And there's a sweetness, a honey sweetness
It's in the berries, in the bees, it's in the kisses
What we find not confined by fences of thought
Through picture puzzle pattern door there's no need to knock

In the water, the holy water
There's no more fluoride killing off all the consciousness
Wishing well, I wish you well, I wish you would stay
Cause my heart's been getting bigger everyday

I approve of myself and of my changing
I give in to the wind. I am a part of the wind
I approve of myself and this motherland I've been building
You know I'm building it

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