I expected many things
but not a little boy
trying so hard to weave the threads that he sees
Mother Gaia watches
as he trips and gets tangled and falls
Mother Gaia weeps
for she sees the storm that is to rise
Those who see far and so much
carry secrets in their souls
watching, but never interfering
they hold and they watch and they pray
I expected many things
but not a little boy
trying so hard to save the world through his eyes
Mother Gaia watches
as the threads come undone at his feet
Mother Gaia reaches
her arms out to embrace her son
And those who see far and so much
carry secrets of us all
longing to thread them into song
to give voice to the sacred unknown
I expected many things
(Mother Gaia watches)
but not a little boy
(Mother Gaia reaches)
trying so hard to save the world
(her arms out to embrace her son...)