I wake up to fields that whisper their strife
This heart feels heavy, cut with a knife
I need you as much as this land needs help
It’s crying for healing, but I'm crying for myself

But how much luck could one carry
When the land was built on an indigenous cemetery?
The roots run deep, but the scars won't heal
These stolen plains hold the weight I feel

The crows speak the truths no one dares to say
The wind hums their songs, and it won't obey
The soil remembers, it always keeps score
Its ghosts are restless, can't tell what's lore

Oh, this land ain’t no land to be blessed
It’s haunted by the kindness we dispossessed
I see shadows in the moonlit dew
And they’re watching, they’re watching me and you

But how much luck could one carry
When the land was built on an indigenous cemetery?
The roots run deep, but the scars won't heal
These stolen plains hold the weight I feel

The fence posts lean, the barn’s falling down
The Sun sets heavy on this heavy town
I need your arms like these crops need rain
Yet the land holds its story, it won’t ease the pain