As Thunder Splits Stone

This stone I hold in my hand is special to me
I held it tightly when I was taken
As the government thought this was the duty of charity
To take me from my ancestral cradle
So I would be sanitized and proper
And know what my place should be amongst the elements
The hierarchy of manmade conditions they think to call civilization

This stone I hold in my hand is special to me
I was taken where in silence I will always hear my mother’s voice
As her hands touch the empty darkness searching for me
Each tear she sheds is the thunder that has split stone

This stone I hold in my hand is special to me
It is my link to the earth
It anchors me in the abyss
Of a neglected future and a lost past
This stone I hold in my hand is special to me
It teaches me how to heal
It show me my connection to the earth