The Willow And The Wisp

Eleanor Brown

Compositor: Eleanor Brown

I’m a volcano and I’ll make a sound
Can you feel me I’m trembling, I’m gathering ground
I am a sailor so I’ll take the risk
You can stay anchored and go down with your ship

Well I was an engine, I was running on empty
You were bleeding me dry, now I’m feeding on plenty
Whilst you the ungraspable vacuous void
The pretence of a man, but a broken and lost little boy

So I am a church, but where are the people
Arise from your slumber, don’t cling to the steeple
Finding the chord, staying close to the few
Unpick the old whilst you’re weaving and breathing the new

I'm a bittersweet song, when so much is lost
Reclaiming my ground but it’s come at great cost
Clinging to substance is what I have missed
'Cos I am the willow, and you are the wisp

So I am a ritual, with intentions to follow
Training my soul to dance for tomorrow
Though you may shoot me, abuse me with lies
Still I will rise, I will rise and I will rise

So I’m a volcano, erupting right now
Can you feel me I’m angry, I’m gathering ground
I am a sailor so I’ll take the risk
Head facing horizons, I’m breaking through the mist
'Cos I am the willow, whilst you will stay a wisp.