Climbing up into the trees
I leave the ground behind
The bare branches carry me
As I look ahead with wild eyes
A gaze so steady it burns
And lights my soul on fire
I won't be lured away this time
From the truth that I desire
The river keeps on rolling
To where I just don't know
But my roots reach deep enough
To feel its endless flow
Mother, sister, brother
We've made it past the storm
And father's waiting down the line
I knew we'd make it home
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