Thus Always To Tyrants

Let me die, let me drown, lay my bones in the ground

I will still come around when the time for sleep is through

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale

Do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you

Every tomb, every sea, spit the bones from your teeth

Let the ransomed be free as the revel meets the day

Let the valleys awake, let them rattle and shake

In the wind that remakes all that time has worn away

To and fro, I will not follow

Where you go, I will not also

I will look for you as the sun rises higher

When the dry bones dance with the timbrel and lyre

There's a wind alive in the valley

It will fill your lungs, if you'll have it

Where I go, will you still follow?

Will you leave your shaded hollow?

Will you greet the daylight looming

Learn to love without consuming?

~Tyler Heath and Maggie Heath