Well I was born beneath the Magnolia tree

with the moon in my eyes, and with dust on my feet

and the taste of the Raven’s breath on my tongue.

My warm wet body was wrapped in the scraps of a quilt from my grandmother’s bed,

and my sisters have said that my poor mother cried as they laid me aside.

“Well, I’m ready to die.

Yea, I’m ready to die.

Cut the strings from my heart, cause I’m ready to fly.

I used to cry in the dark,

but now I’m guided by lights.

So cut the strings from my heart, cause I’m ready to die.”

Well, all I had to my name was my name,

my dreams and the wind at my back as I walked

down the center of town toward the distant call of a renegade train.

And as she passed on the outskirts of town

my soles clicked that tracks and my hands wrapped around

the merciless steal that I’d seen as a child,

that had hollered my name.

She said, “You ready to die?”

“Yeah, I’m ready to die.

So cut the strings from my heart, cause I’m ready to fly.

I used to run in the dark,

but now I’m running toward lights.

So cut the strings from my heart, cause I’m ready to die.”

Sister sun was shining her light

that was fading my dreams that used to burn bright,

and was burning a hole, like a young cigarette, through my paper-thin soul.

While brother moon was singing his song

the train was praying a dirge and our lives came undone

like the seams of a quilt.  Weary bones heard their words

and so they sang along.

They sang, “We’re ready to die.

Yeah, we’re ready to die.

Cut the strings from our hearts, cause we’re ready to fly.

We used to run in the dark.

Now we’re burning with light.

So cut the strings from our hearts, cause we’re ready to die.”

I was born again beneath the shade of a tree

with a woman beside, the pearl of my youth

with a voice like the wind on the wings of the dawn.

And in her voice there echoed a train,

and the innocent rain that fell from her lips

as she whispered a kiss-

it felt like a quilt and I heard my heart sing.

It sang, “I’m ready to die.

Yeah, I’m ready to die.

So cut the strings from my heart, cause I’m ready to fly.

I used to cry in the dark, but now I’m guided by light.

I was yours from the start so I’m ready to die.”

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