What seed will grow and last
Penetrate the piles of trash
Oh child, when everything you know
Is images of broken dreams
Scattered hearts and vicious schemes
Oh child, don't you go
Where dead trees cast no shadow
Blackbirds no relief, and the dry stone no spring of water
Only in your mother's arms, you'll be free
Only in your mother's arms, you will be unbreakable
If I could show you something else than the shadow
Who follows you in the morning
Who grows to meet you at night
Intoxicated you come alive
In search for God, he passes you by
Oh child, ain't that fate
As dead trees cast no shadow
Blackbirds no relief, and the dry stone no spring of water
Only in your mother's arms, you'll be free
Only when you're high enough, you will be unbreakable