What Will Grow?
Lyrics
What will grow from this garden being planted by the seed in my hand, and the fire in my heart?
What will come from this seemingly nothingless darkness in the center of my soil?
If this hard shell cannot open then I might as well soften myself
Pushing through all of the holes that the time made, stretching out arms from the self
Veins pumping water through freeways and train tracks, hoping to heal itself
Well if there the train goes then maybe you wonder, how am I healing myself?
And what does it feel like to follow the rope pulling you towards the dreams that you've held?
If all is remembered then maybe the frame will not fit on the picture of myself
Back to beginnings, the seed was still dreaming, of one day becoming itself
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
Well if I'm mistaken and the seeds are all vacant, how am I faking myself?
Running like splashes of raindrops on concrete, pouring to quench itself
If only these words were water for my longing, I could surrender the race
Sending my whole heart as a root down for our destiny, holding this place
Writing the pages, great turning of ages, what was will serve no more
Well if there the page goes then maybe you wonder, how am I turning myself?
And what does it feel like to follow the rope pulling you towards the dreams that you've held?
If all is remembered then maybe the frame will not fit on the picture of myself
Back to beginnings, the Earth was still dreaming, of one day becoming itself
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow from this garden being planted by the seed in my hand, and the fire in my heart?
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow from this garden being planted by the seed in my hand, and the fire in my heart?
What will come from this seemingly nothingless darkness in the center of my soil?
If this hard shell cannot open then I might as well soften myself
Pushing through all of the holes that the time made, stretching out arms from the self
Veins pumping water through freeways and train tracks, hoping to heal itself
Well if there the train goes then maybe you wonder, how am I healing myself?
And what does it feel like to follow the rope pulling you towards the dreams that you've held?
If all is remembered then maybe the frame will not fit on the picture of myself
Back to beginnings, the seed was still dreaming, of one day becoming itself
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
Well if I'm mistaken and the seeds are all vacant, how am I faking myself?
Running like splashes of raindrops on concrete, pouring to quench itself
If only these words were water for my longing, I could surrender the race
Sending my whole heart as a root down for our destiny, holding this place
Writing the pages, great turning of ages, what was will serve no more
Well if there the page goes then maybe you wonder, how am I turning myself?
And what does it feel like to follow the rope pulling you towards the dreams that you've held?
If all is remembered then maybe the frame will not fit on the picture of myself
Back to beginnings, the Earth was still dreaming, of one day becoming itself
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow from this garden being planted by the seed in my hand, and the fire in my heart?
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
What will grow?
Story
What will grow, to me, was the perfect way to end the album, Silence Speak. The intention of this album is to activate our highest potential and our motivation to work on behalf of life. We are in the darkness of the seed in soil, bursting forth with life and potential; the seed does not know what it will grow into. This song attempts to express and capture the feeling of the deepest yearning for something good to come. The grief of living in the unknown. The grief of being alive. The grief of not knowing the outcome of our actions, but knowing we have a fire and passion to create change.
What will grow from this garden being planted
by the seed in my hand, and the fire in my heart?
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Credits
Vocals, Guitar- Jen Myzel
Violin- Lydia Violet
What will grow, to me, was the perfect way to end the album, Silence Speak. The intention of this album is to activate our highest potential and our motivation to work on behalf of life. We are in the darkness of the seed in soil, bursting forth with life and potential; the seed does not know what it will grow into. This song attempts to express and capture the feeling of the deepest yearning for something good to come. The grief of living in the unknown. The grief of being alive. The grief of not knowing the outcome of our actions, but knowing we have a fire and passion to create change.
What will grow from this garden being planted
by the seed in my hand, and the fire in my heart?
***********************
Credits
Vocals, Guitar- Jen Myzel
Violin- Lydia Violet
