Rise In Me

(A song)

Mother Moon looks down in misery
Her children born in slavery
Once proud, now brittle and bereft
All the stolen land and stolen years
The stolen hope and borrowed fears
See now, how little we have left

And we summon all our ancestors
From twilight where the spirit stirs
Between what was and what is yet to be
We call upon their ancient source
Of joyful and courageous force
And beg that they would rise to set us free

When the factories consume our souls
We’re playing parts and digging holes
To bury our untamed identity
And the cage is so invisible
That every individual
Thinks this is just the way it has to be

And we summon all our ancestors
From twilight where the spirit stirs
Between what was and what is yet to be
We call upon their ancient source
Of joyful and courageous force
And beg that they would rise to set us free

Now the summer sky has turned to death
And, withered by its toxic breath,
The trees, the plants, the creatures are in pain
We know there’s nothing more to lose
Our only chance is to refuse
To kneel before their lies and guns again

And we summon all our ancestors
From twilight where the spirit stirs
Between what was and what is yet to be
We call upon their ancient source
Of joyful and courageous force
And beg that they would rise to set us free

Rise in me…

Paul Cudenec