[00:00.25]"They say the tree never bothers the bees
[00:05.78]Growing slowly, cradles them carefully
[00:11.33]It never asks for any kind of sympathy
[00:16.79]For holding ten thousand lives at its mercy"
[00:22.99]I've never felt so small, the scripture always tries
[00:28.51]To make me feel less strong and unsure of my life
[00:33.81]I want to see the sun just to know what it's like
[00:39.58]To glance above my head and have it hurt, so
[00:44.73]The daughter of evening, now knows the meaning
[00:55.71]Of fighting against the current, pulled by others
[01:03.37]Led with steel
[01:10.65]We are real now
[01:38.95]We are real
[02:00.94]We are real
[02:23.71]The false security of walls lined with stories
[02:35.20]And monks who preach control our sacred role
[02:41.98]Our gifted souls
[02:45.83]Enough literature
[02:50.79]I want to see the Earth
[02:55.80]From the outside not the inside
[03:07.91]Her favourite book wasn't a story
[03:10.58]With words, it had charcoal drawings
[03:13.29]She kept it hidden under her shelf
[03:18.90]When the priest held elder meetings
[03:21.67]Pages turned, forever dreaming
[03:24.41]One day, to hold a seashell
[03:30.13]Just to feel
[03:34.99]We are real now
[04:01.84]We are real
[05:09.44]"They say the tree never bothers the bees
[05:14.61]Growing slowly, cradles them carefully
[05:20.11]It never asks for any kind of sympathy
[05:25.58]For holding ten thousand lives at its mercy"