Clear the path now
Weeds have gathered on our ancestral trail
Singers of songs long gone
Poets, storytellers, artists, weavers
Give in now and surrender to them
Those from whom you came
The long lines coursing through your veins
Come on and fan the flames and concentrate
For it's written on your son's face
That light, shining through
Blazing, in a moment of grace
We are the daughters
Of women that we will become
The trailblazers whose lives will never be done
For they stood on this self-same soil
Buried the seeds that germinated, birthed and fed
A new generation of tiny intricacies
And forgotten family traits and oft-remembered eyes
And hidden talents that reveal themselves
At the strangest of times
Speak of them
Search for them
For they are true
Speak of them
Search for them
For they hold you
We are the daughters
Of women that we will become
Whose lives can never be done
Clear the path
Clear the path
Clear the path
Clear the path
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