Salt

Pressing pulling this pains, the way
They listen and listen for all the way
But this can’t be all we have to wait
Do you hear the wind child?
Calling out the salt plains
Listen to the wind child
It’s calling, calling out your name
I was born of sun beams
Warming up our limbs
Born up from the earth, child
Ahhhhh ahh
No I’ll never come back down, down from here