The Well

Free myself from myself

Empty myself of myself

Clean myself of myself

So I can fill it up

Free myself from myself

Empty myself of myself

Clean myself of myself

So I can fill it up

There’s a love beneath me

Rows and Rows of stories sleep

Past chapters speaking

It’s just a matter of remembering

There’s a well beneath me

Echos ring under my feet

I heard begin believing 

In all the rooted seeds

Growing in the deep

Growing in the deep

Light moves through me, all will be restored in beauty