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 i will run