Packing up my bags again
Searching for a place to call my home
A generation so confused
Like branches Fallen, Crawling to our Roots

The apple has fallen too far from the tree
I don't even know my family history

Am I enslaved or am I free?
Am I to blame for all this suffering?
Am I the victim or the perpetrator?
Or am I everyone in an old old story
In an old story, In an old, old story

Oh have I borne the whip before?
Have I birthed the child before?
Have I been the one to load the gun?
Was I once a medicine man?
Have I been a hooligan?
Did I live off nothing but the sun?

Give me some clue who I am
A Jew, a Homo Sapien
A body, spirit, no one at all?

I'm broken branches on the floor
Disconnected from my source
And I'd do anything to survive

Burst my heart and bleed my veins
Open up ancestral pains
Teach me what they went through just to stay alive


River running lineage
Help me open the gift you've given me
My life
Passed on down through the babies you once bore

As I learn more of your ways
I wonder why it's rare these days
To sing a prayer
Or light a candle
There's only time once all the work is done
But as far I can see across the skyline of this city
the work is never-ending
Seems to me like everyone's got something to save
I'm just trying to save the holy seed
Of the Family Tree
That's been passed on to me
Like a fruit, or a grain
My only goal in life is to preserve life
To receive life
To revere life
Persevere life
To preserve life
To receive life
To revere life
Persevere life

My broken branches feel the rain
Pouring down the window pain
As memories awaken in my spine

Taproots are going down
Rain pour in my open mouth
Now I can remember just why they stayed alive