This is what I am, the ground Beneath Your Feet. I am the grass and the trees, the birds on the wing. Please breathe life into me down by the river bed baptize me. I want to be clean. Will I ever be free? Oh if I could be a rock. If I could be a stone. If I could be a castle, I would stand all alone. But castles will crumble given time the walls will fall and what's left within me an ember that glows. Dry parching to the Bone. When the water washes over me everything Sprouts in the spring. Calling, calling. I can't be worthy and I'm Not Me. Do You See? I'm so small I can't understand anything