Lyrics May Cannan - Trixie Whitley

The sun rose
Over the sweep of the hill
Her desires came all bared
All bared for
The gathered rays
She kneels down to pray

There′s a village in her system
Asking to be freed
She finds herself chained
To so much tension and greed
This wont shape her destiny

From the toil of the night
To the toil of another day
A woman turns
The silence burns in a violent way

The sun sank slow
By the shell swept height
Relevance and radiance
The laws she longs to live by
The guns are preparing
Another attack

She finds herself chained
To so much tension and greed
Will she be heard
When she kneels down to pray
There's a village in her system
Demanding to be freed

From the toil of the night
To the toil of another day
A woman fights
The bullets sting in another way