The view given to me is vast, seemingly infinite If there is an end, I do not know it There is no curve of Earth Just the unending axis that crosses the cradle Where cardinals are born And the last frost of winter makes way for the first rose to grow Hands on the edge of the cliff Stone-texture, awake, great depths of land, whisper Here I stand as a stranger Yet each crack in the Earth I have seen here before Hear me, fluttering winds Take back the breaths that I'm made of I cannot see more Yet I can see clearly All things that I have lost I can now find again All things that I have lost I can now find again My language never heard My name soon forgotten Power above, cradled below, flawless in design, a shadow Sun-zealous sky, sidling earth, 12389, place of my birth Hear me, fluttering winds Take back the breaths that I'm made of (I cannot see more) All things that I have lost I can now find again (Yet I can see clearly) All things that I have lost I can now find again Sun-zealous sky, sidling earth