Bubbles

Take an axe to your past, to your family tree Carve a face from the wood, an effigy Make wings from the leaves, hide from the bark Kindling for the hair, rose for his heart Someone to draw you right Someone to catch the light Draw the blue from the skies into his eyes Carve the lines on his face, a map of the race Juice from the root of a beet for his skin Set the tides of the blood with the pulse of the drum Someone to draw you right Someone to catch the light I'm alive, I'm alive Wash the boy in the stream, so tenderly Press his lips to your lips, give him your breath He awakes with the weight of the vision he holds Sees the rent in time through which he must fold Someone to draw you right Someone to catch the light I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive Stir the heart with a drum, kiss smoke in his mouth Show him signs of a life that's a whole lot better And he calls down the rain, tornadoes and hurricanes There's a world in his veins that's a whole lot better I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive I'm alive, I'm alive Fingers raised to the sky, a snake for a spine He's drunk on a life that's a whole lot better Teach him songs of the bees, double helix and honey comb Play him wind through the leaves that's a whole lot better Alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive I'm alive, I'm alive