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Endlessly Rocking

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Born in the fourth week when the twins ruled the skies

Born with the sense of an infinite I

I was born to some people afraid of most things

I found my truth in the birds flappin wings

 

I went out of the cradle endlessly rocking, endlessly rocking and rolling along

A child went out on her own

 

Back home with the parents watching news on TV

Martin Luther King had a dream

And it seemed like each word was the first truth I’d ever heard

And I looked with fresh eyes round that living room scene

 

I went out of the cradle endlessly rocking, endlessly rocking and rolling along

A child went out on her own

 

1971 in the state of Maryland I first heard Bobby Dylan

In a prefabricated house in a prefabricated town

The thrust of his words, brought those walls down

 

I went out of the cradle endlessly rocking, endlessly rocking and rolling along

A child went out on her own

 

So  I headed out west to those California sands

To find out just who I am

It was halfway across at the Great Divide

Lost track of myself on the other side

 

I went out of the cradle endlessly rocking, endlessly rocking and rolling along

A child went out on her own

 

In the string of towns where I tried to lay me down

Nothing seemed to work out just right

It required a vision I didn’t have then

When my journey turned inward my journey began

 

I went out of the cradle endlessly rocking, endlessly rocking and rolling along

A child went out on her own

 

“I am a woman of heart and mind,” she said

And I said yeah, but it’s taken a long long time

To learn to trust the woman that I am

And realize the power of the feminine

 

I went out of the cradle endlessly rocking, endlessly rocking and rolling along

A child went out on her own

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