What Is Yet

Wake up my brother
Lift your covers and see your breath
Look out our window
The sky looks hollow and dark as our own death
Bones of our bodies, seeds of our tall trees
And years all frayed
Oh what will I become, when the pale light brings a dawn when I
Can't hear you say

"Brother, you don't have to fight so hard it eats you up inside
Breathe and feel the sun, you can see it in the shallow tide
You can see it in our mother's eyes
Here, all for what has come, all for what has come"

Flock and feather, tied into each other
And we're born in, burning
To return to one another

Wake up my sister
Doesn't the water sound nearer, your road farther away?
And no, it don't come easy
There is a wave's weight over me but I
Can hear you say

"You don't have to be the only one
You don't have to be the golden sun
Breathe and let it set, you can see it in the way we need
You can breathe it in the cedar leaves, blowing smoke and sweat
We can see it in the pale light
We can see it in each other's eyes
Here, all for what is yet, all for what is yet"