Sow the seeds of barren sands child,
In the heat against the sky;
Raise the prayer and find your voice child,
Walk to freedom from this life.
Came the floods before the rains child,
Paint your face in song and dance;
Carry baskets of the grains child,
That fed your people off the lands.
Trade your weaving for some clay child,
Run like wind and walk on fire;
Come of age to take a man, child,
But you run into the wild.
Many moons have passed since then child,
All the villagers burned or hide,
From your brave heart that made you leave child;
Brought you peace and saved your life.