Should my roots reach to hell
Before I can fly my leaves to heaven?
I keep digging in this crypt of myself
But find no body
No one to watch over my dead body
Gone but the linens
Where is my witness?
My over the shoulder shot
The womb healed from its tomb
Gave birth to me and you
Through the wounded
Flowed the water of love
Only this water carries
The Woman within
Now here comes my witness
There’s three of them
And the Child named I
My roots were blind
Waiting to be watered
By who’s to come
Fed to hell or fed to heaven
Who’s to come
I choose you
Who’s to come
I choose you
My heaven on earth, my witness
Who sees by the element of love
By the water,
We are born again.
by allyson su 