grace fully falling down like a river like the water run running on moving the mountainside you are stronger you can shape it and as you gave to the fire to the fire so be made steam and ember into spires circle of stones boulders broken so you can hold them so you can hold all these bones of old stories spoken so you can be them so we can breathe in like a wave out like a sighing catch it on a whim deepen to your longing trench of tears offered open so you can give them so you can give to the ocean old moving moment so we can hear them so we can hear all these aching songs ancient swimmers keepers of balance givers of sound time begins still they are weaving so we can find them so we be found circle of stones boulders broken so you can hold them so you can hold bones of old stories spoken so you can see them so we can breathe grace fully falling down like a river like the water run running on moving the mountainside you are stronger you can shape it