I run to this field

And hold on to the grass for dear life

The wind it's pouring

Through my ears and dresses

Raising my sadness

Like a stone washed in sand

I know you buried my anchor in this field

To keep me from flying from my home

Waist deep in the earth I root into the land

As my hair turns to ravens for dear life

I'm wringing out the storm

For dear life

I'm wringing out the storm

Losses transform me

I'm building her from ashes

Raise her for morning and the sun

I'll wake and walk this field

Deliver and undone

And warm my home with paces

For dear life

I will run

I will run