Tell 'Em, Makoto!
Long live the weeds that grew up through my teens,
That grew up through to trees.
Long live those vines that creep towards the light,Creeping all the time,
Enough so I might climb
I'm older now, I'm breaking through,
Toward you, Lord,
Toward a hope I can't see coming.
(I saw a bird)With velvet wings unfurled, high above this world.
She circled down because I had cried out,
She bade me up to mount
And we flew out of this town.
We whirred our wings, Fluttered up,
Feather light
I could not see where I had come from.
Writer/s: DUKE ELLINGTON, ELEANOR RACHEL MASON, IMOGEN ROSE MASON, WILLIAM JOSEPH STOKES
