"Becoming" lyrics

"Becoming"

Listen, heart
Listen close
Listen to the melancholy melody of your own voice
I am weary of my own dreaming
I am tired of waiting
So this time, I'm leaping

I reach beyond myself to see
What I find, beyond my mind, there is no time
In this place beyond my sight
My heart knows what is not yet seen
I'm witnessing my own becoming

Lash myself to the mantle of my desire
I will turn from its temptation
But the wanting takes me higher
I am hurting
Oh, I am not yet born
I am the mother and the father
Of what is not yet known

I reach beyond myself to see
What I find, beyond my mind, there is no time
In this place beyond my sight
My heart knows what is not yet seen
I'm witnessing my own becoming

Darkness surrounds me
I scratch
I struggle
I breathe

And I'm reaching beyond myself to see
What I find, beyond my mind, there's no time
In this place beyond my sight
My heart knows what is not yet seen
I'm witnessing
I reach beyond myself to see
What I find, beyond my mind, there's no time
In this place beyond my sight
My heart knows what is not yet seen
I'm witnessing my own becoming


Writer(s): Lester A Mendez, Jewel Kilcher
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