Watching the horizon for signs of a storm Knowing that the right will undo all the wrong I can feel this child inside me move She rolls with nothing to prove She's gonna change the way I choose Looking forward to the blood and pain Feel it coming down like rain Washing over and through my veins Come the thunderhead moving down the pa** Come the thunderhead break the silence at last Now I can come clean find words for all the seen Find some peace inside the stream Turn in and endure the mean I can feel this child inside me move She rolls with nothing to prove She's gonna change the way I choose Blind by the sun cleansed by the pain Dancing with spirit elders in coats of gold Crawl through the spot where the world Was pulled like a root, pulled by it's leaves Gathered and burned as the dinner of thieves Then returned as the body of Eve Reckoned by the grace of grace