Till the womb gives birth

Wake me from indecision
Set me back on the trail
Let me again envision
Magic and fairytales
Work is the sole provision
Everything else just pales
Inside the words there's rhythm
That gathers the wind in my sails

Oh - carry me softly, softly
Oh - I'm preparing for something, something
If it takes a life to earn, then my vow is still to learn
A fervid servant till the womb gives birth

Finding the way in silence
Far from the guns of war
Each little step a victory
Capturing evermore

Nothing can match the feeling
Gone is what went before
The mind has a taste of freedom
Hearing the spirit roar

Oh - so carry me softly, softly
Oh - I'm preparing for something, something
If it takes a life to earn, then my vow is still to learn
A fervid servant till the womb gives birth

And each day that you fill with the love in your quill
You'll stay a fervid servant till the womb gives birth