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 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

We were returning to the hills

Bringing buckets drawn from the wells