Sister Self

Alela Diane

That pole isn't growing in my black solid sky 
Solid sky 
And pirate ships pulled these shoulders back 
But in morning slumber I gripped the slender palm of my hand 
And I felt the soft of my flesh 
And I stared into my sister self 

And we was running, running, running 
We was climbing, we was fighting 
We was breathing fast 
Praying please 

We were singing 
We were dancing 
We were clapping 
Singing, dancing, clapping 

We were returning to the hills 
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells 
Returning from to the hills 
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells 

But I've got to hold my own hand 
I've got to hold my own hand 
And this is my skin I feel 
And these are the teeth that I clench 
And the hazel of my sight 
Plus the colors she wears is mine 
O that color she's wearing is mine 

And we was running, running, running 
We was climbing, we was fighting 
We was breathing fast 
Praying please 

We were singing 
We were dancing 
We were clapping 
Singing, dancing, clapping 

We were returning to the hills 
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells 
Returning from to the hills 
Bringing buckets drawn from the wells