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