Thunder
Lightning
Rain spills
Cold chills
Where is your hand
Where is your hand

Who knew
Roots grew
Until you
Let go
Now I know
I surely know

There is a place for it all
The broken heart, the stiffening soul
The emptiness
There’s a place for it all
The burning eyes, the remembering
I know what it’s called
The wilderness
The wilderness

And the spring is here
Life returns like every year
And new shoots, so tender to start
Grow up and out and play their part