The Child

I am not the one, who taught my heart to beat I cannot add a breath, even a step into my feet I could not tell you where all of these thoughts even begin I barely know this body that I'm traveling in But I must use these hands to dig the land that I must sow And feed upon the fruit of my love's labor when it grows And think about a bed to lay my head when day is through Rest this heavy heart, that it may start when tomorrow's new I gave the seed that sprung to feed the soul of my own son But a magic full of mystery grew those legs on which he runs And I'll never know, how grew his soul, so wonderful and wild He's a part of me but mystery, mostly grows the child And the song that I now sing, from whence did spring the melody? I cannot pin the origin, that sang the song to me But I will be an emissary in my life upon the sea Like a gift adrift the ocean, did the notion come to me Like a gift adrift the ocean, did the notion flow to me How can we ever know the way that the spirit flows to the bones In the belly of a lady with a baby that grows even while her momma sleeps Just so, we'll never know the way of the spirit in the river that flows Through the valley in the canyon of the soul it's a secret she keeps