Every breath he took stirred wings and motes to life,ncalled the cornfields to hush, the blades to channel into the sky,nand all the seeds blew up and spun like prayers through the night.nnNesting by arcing suns and broken stones,nhe’ll shape a home for younfar from the maps and trailsnwhere you fought tooth and nail to get to knownthat you would settle herenand that your traveller’s heart would echo low.nnBound to the world.nBound to the world.nnThrough all the hints and spurs,nthe finishing of words,nyour language forged through timenand through all you’ve learnt;nthe balancing, the love to make a lifenfrom a meeting of roads to your vows in white gold.nnBound to the world.nBound to the world.