way down in my bones way down, somewhere deep theres an ember of my father like a blacksmith that I keep whos words are like a steady rhythm a hammer, beat, beat, beating, a big drum a wild spark, that comforts in every kind of dark that beckons me out of my soul slumber, 'Become' No stone but this guides me, no millstone holds me back, these words a foundation, like a mountain against the thunders crack the woods of life I've been lost in the unmarked trails I roved where grass and flowers grew against all lost hopes and/among the clear unknown rivers that I dove. way down in my bones whos words are like a steady drum no stone but this guides me I will not be ruled by someones thumb a whisper in my memory overcome overcome overcome. Wherever I go, you are there The man you are, I will Become.