Pseudo Self - Texas In July

Rise, rise, high above the skyline

Grant me a steady view of the horizon

Gusts of vitality, I’ve felt them in my time

Unquenchable fates become intertwined

Mountains and oceans create the separation

But we know we are all connected

Am I a man?

Am I a son?

Am I a brother to no one?

My day now at its end, what am I left with?

Forced open so I can take it all in

Reaping what I saw once again

And now I see with unobstructed vision

What am I left with?

Rise, rise and drive this stake into the earth

In attempt to keep your place, there is no use

Uprooted from the ground, an ancient connection

Desecrated by a mortal man

Now before I feel all alone

I must understand my skin and bones

This disguise found only in the true moonlight

It will be destroyed before my eyes

Am I a man?

Am I a son?

Am I a brother to no one?

My day now at its end, what am I left with?

My legs become rooted, my muscles grow as foundation for life

As the earth supported me, I will hold this weight, strip myself to the core

And rise

I will rise