Then Pull Everything Back For A Fragile Final Chorus That Leaves Space For Breath And Reflection.

by Laura Beatriz Hernández

I used to heal the earth Forests breathed when I gave my word Now in the morning, I wake alone Rising tides where ice has flown I hear the warning bells a-ringing Storms are shouting, rivers singing

by Laura Beatriz Hernández

I used to heal the earth Forests breathed when I gave my word Now in the morning, I wake alone Rising tides where ice has flown I hear the warning bells a-ringing Storms are shouting, rivers singing