Identity

 

This is my identity like clay on a potterÕs wheel

Taking form as my life keeps spinning around, spinning around

ItÕs changing shape with these hands and expanding with every breath

I come closer to free each time I hold it close, each time I take that step

 

And IÕm feeling stubborn again because I donÕt want to jump off this cliff

Surrender feels scary and I just might lose my grip

Sometimes I feel afraid the music inside of me is just going to disappear

And I wouldnÕt have anything left to write about, except maybe all of my fears

 

Bridge:

And my throatÕs been blocked by you for too long to remember

But my songs are glue, they hold me together

And when I use my voice I can feel that the Spirits are near

And music is the thing that brought me here

 

When I read the stories and the poetry of womenÕs lives

ItÕs like looking through a window into the unspoken, knowing inside

Broken silence, truth finally splashed out on the page

The blood and tears of years of pent-up grief and rage

 

I lived underground, mired down in the belly of the Earth

But you know you gotta have your hands in the dirt if you want to grow something thatÕs worth it

I like digging in the dirt, pulling up weeds to free the soil

I like weeding my own garden, too, because IÕm not afraid of my dirt no more

 

And IÕve fumbled a lot over the years with the people I have tried to love

And I stumbled upon some things about myself that nearly smothered me

And now, I feel the power in me and I sing, ÒIÕm cominÕ aliveÓ

IÕve been blessed with this life and I know itÕs finite, itÕs precious and itÕs wild

 

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And when IÕm outside, I feel safe and free

Standing at the foot of a wise, old Woman Cedar Tree

And, IÕm gonna have a house by the sea like the one I walk by everyday

And IÕm gonna buy me a piano and just play, play, play

 

One day, IÕm gonna breathe a huge sigh of relief

Because IÕm gonna give back all the good in my life that I have received

And now, IÕm standing here doing my thing, I want to know if youÕre doing yours

Can you hear that voice in your core, is there more way down deep in you?

 

This is my identity like clay on a potterÕs wheel