Be Found

Listen close to the song the prairie wind's been sharing for years Born on a Dakota prairie, where the Lakota wind spins Silver box on concrete blocks, the only world I'd seen Not a soul for miles around — a quiet kind of purgatory Just a shy kid choking on the words he couldn't say Then the ground let go, the world was spinning fast I held to what my grandma said: She would hum when I was young Close your eyes Don't fear the dark Let your angel be sung Til the dark moves on And by morning, be found The day darkness drifted across the tall fields of grain They gathered around and the black crow wailed in pain Scarlet on my skin, shivering and thin Wrestling with the clock and the fever I was in The doctor read the verdict like it was carved in stone I prayed somebody'd come so I wouldn't go alone I could feel her gentle hand like a sweet angel's hum She would hum when I was young Close your eyes Don't fear the dark Let your angel be sung Til the dark moves on And by morning, be found She was an old soul, a pioneer of spirit from an older chapter Broke the locks on the cage I'd been hiding in for years She'd take me to the evening mass — back pew, candles burning low Handed me her wisdom like bread to a starving lost soul rambler And the story of her life is a burning ember Now I'm watching red lights — wrecks I won't become Looking down the dead highway for an off-ramp home Been writing my own map — those words of wisdom used at last Blazing a new path, hanging on to the shadow Of my past She would hum when I was young I closed my eyes Don't fear the dark (Let your angel be sung) Til the dark moved on And by morning... I was found She would hum when I was young I closed my eyes Don't fear the dark (Let your angel be sung) Til the dark moved on And by morning... I was found