Roots from Lower by Wishing Well

I’ve been dragging my roots in the relentless sand
Everything in my hands is all that I am
As I search for a place to call my own
A home for my roots to grow and grow
I want to bear fruit from my lifeless limbs
My fingers as leaves and my arms as branches
All that I am might sway in the wind
But my roots will become a solid foundation

(I’ve traveled so far from home)
I’ve been praying and waiting and searching for a place to grow

I’ve traveled so far from all I know
I don’t think I’d recognize my native soil
Some say I’m prodigal
But I say I’m just a curious sparrow

I’m a lonely songbird with clipped wings
My sadness kills the melody
So when I try and fly away from the pain
I drag my roots on foot without harmony
Oh how this routine gets so old
Sorrow takes a stronghold on my brittle bones
I want to fall asleep next to complacency
And wake up in a world where peace is my destiny

Lower lower I can’t get lower
Tired tired we’re all so tired

I’ve grown so tired
Like a dreamer on his deathbed
Who has nothing to show for the life he led
Like a boy who watched his father take his last breath
Who doesn’t understand religion and death
I feel so low
Like a man shunned from a church
Because they associate mental health with self worth
And now I’m running from my problems
Like they’re a cancer
And I’m losing my mind
And I can’t find an answer.

• Indie
• Spoken Word
• spoken word poetry
• Sioux Falls