作词 : Tim Baker
作曲 : Tim Baker
the way the colours come
out of the dirt
can that be done?

from all the broken shells
the moldy scraps
the rotten flesh
can we do that?

with all this suffering, here
like the sun pulls the flowers nearer

from the residential red bricks
from all the rusted hinges
at last releasing
from the photos of those stolen kids
from the fields of bitumen
from the ash of davis inlet
from the grass of kingston prison
from this shit could something spring?
oh 2017
do you hide a phoenix
some kind new beginning
on her lifting wings

is she taking all this suffering, here
the way the sun pulls the flowers nearer, nearer to something good
see the medicine growing in the clearing, where the entrance was
saying “i only go up, i only go up”