Gravity is the force that holds,
our feet to the ground.
Holds our guiding stars in the sky.
Look at your feet and think of,
what holds the stars so perfectly every night.
Hold your hand in mine.
Lets walk through the woods,
via the old stone path.
Follow me on this long and winding trail,
I made when I was walking alone.
What holds us here holds everything down
to the sky, to the ground, and all round.
Fallows our deepest roots to the depths of ore,
and allows the sessions to change .
Feel the rocks at your heals,
the dirt between your toes?
This is the ground where our passions grow.
Defying what hold you down,
at the end of the old stone path
That I created when,
I was walking alone.
