Lyrics Turning Wake - Ayla Nereo

Turn, turning you a bent-bone weary wandering soul
And born, borne upon a body you can never own
Rollin' you a long-bent sideways tumbling a mother-given loom
You knew it when you flew in shuttlin'
Weaver you are goal-bent, but do your strings
Hold the strength of what was given when you flew in?

Burn, you're burning your own home
Some days could you live a little lighter
Give a little water, give a little eye to eye
See from what you're made, got a lil' shadow in your wake
Wakin' is the way you grow this, know this

Got a lil' matter to be bade, met and given it away
This the trip we being shown, told is all we've ever known
What another truth you gonna hide?
Baby, finding that you choosin' every moment
Lookin' through the frame they givin' you

There's a turn from the fear
A stand for the free
A song for the beat-down pickin' up steam
You will hear my voice here singin'
There's a let from the greed
A gift for the kind
I'll be dancing' with the ones who remind me

We are born of dust and silence
We are made of ancient song
And there are ones who'll keep us sleeping
And there are ones who bring the dawn
Put your back to the birch and your mind
To the matter of a listening kind of way
We are born of dust and silence
We are made of ancient song

Rose, rose upon the shoulders of the shoreline
Eyesight creeping 'round the edges of the known
You've known it from before
Before your sight was shorn shifted
And they told you not to talk of this

But you remember in your sleep
All the ones that you could see
Raisin' candles to the sky
Through the forest dark as night
Wide-eyed, keep stride this the path you bein' shown
Sure thing keep singin' to the ones you walkin' on

They the wonder, you the stars they look upon
You are clouds to them, giving harm or giving form
Do we greet them with a grace?
Do we run or do we face the ones who helping us
To heal our choice and choose again?

'Cause there's a turn from the fear
A stand for the free
A song for the beat-down pickin' up steam
And you will my voice here singin'
There's a let from the greed
A gift for the kind
I'll be dancing with the ones who remind me

We are born of dust and silence
We are made of ancient song
And there are ones who'll keep us sleeping
And there are ones who bring the dawn
Put your back to the birch and your mind
To the matter of a listening kind of way
We are born of dust and silence
We are made of ancient song
Born of ancient song

Bade farewell all you've been told
Waves are rising you to shore
It's not what you say, what you think
It's the walk and the way that you do

So you give what you give, what you give
What you give, what you can, what you give
Give what you give, what you are
What you give, what you give, what you can
What you give, what you give, what you are, what you can

You will hear my voice here singin'
(What you can, what you give, give what you are)
I'll be dancing with the ones who remind me
(What you can, what you are, give what you are)
I'll be dancing with the ones who remind me

We are born of dust and silence
We are made of ancient song
And there are ones who'll keep us sleeping
And there are ones who bring the dawn
Put your back to the birch and your mind
To the matter of a listening kind of way
We are born of dust and silence
We are made of ancient song