From the dust of the earth and the mire
From the wounds and the battles of war
Comes a song that is low and steady
One which has not been sung before.

From the pains of death and suffering
From the pangs of childbirth
Springs new life, clearly emerging
And a hope of greater worth.

The song that is sung is music
That one cannot ever know
Until it has been to the darkness
Until it has been down below.

And the life that is borne is sought after
Legends are told of its birth
Heroes are buried with honor
With redemption for Mother Earth.