The dirt road I come fromnA storm from the pastnDust twirls in cyclone curlsnAnd lays me on the grassnSteady as a heartbeatnAnd as fleeting as a wavenI break crest on newborn shoresnFrom everlasting gravesnI walk the seamsnOf night and daynAmidst tears of all unknownnPlease and face night fall causenIn the darkness light is shownnnOhh nonOhh nonOhh yeahnMama, be not afraidnOhh nonOhh nonOhh yeahnMama, be not afraidnnSticky hands and crooked hearts havenScattered all your thingsnAnd read you lines form wicked poemsnThat empty searching bringsnWith my hands I'll feed you breadnThey'll complain it's just toastnThey search the trees for spiritnAnd then claim they saw a ghostnWell they'll try to sell you happinessnAnd they'll sell it to you for a feenI can sell you everythingnI'll just sell it to you freennOhh nonOhh nonOhh rightnMama, be not afraidnYeahnOhh nonOhh nonOhh rightnMama be not afraidnnWhen poets breathe indifferencenWhen a singer loses breathnWHen polititicans rid their landsnAnd retire for their restnEyes of heads of relevance cast theirnShadows on your handsnAnd draw their inspirationnOff the backs of younger mennYeah, I can tell you somethingnFrom the gray we must choosenIf you don't learn how to give your lifenThere's no life for you to losennOhh nonOhh nonOoohnMama, be not afraidnOhh nonOhh nonOhh rightnMama, be not afraidnnnn