Mother to daughter
Father to son
Yeild the harvest
Pass it on
Light to flower
Flower to sun
We need to grow to carry on
Every little seed can reach the top shelf just for me

Head the call
Stepeth forth
Take the hand
Feel the warmth
Tap your senses
Spread your wings
Feel the air
Oh Berkana

My roots have spread further than you know
Invading spaces only minds can go
My roots have spread further than I dare to show
Twist to the light and lets deceive Berkana

Every branch of my being can probe the deepest depths in me
And the rustlings I make are the prayers that will keep me safe

Eat the dirt
Feed the fire
Cross the bridge
Climb higher
Pushing boundaries of your elitism
To fertilise this paradise
I bear these fruits for you I can’t be the child that I used to
Yeah I’m in bloom, I’m gonna make my own tune

My roots have spread further than you know
Invading spaces only minds can go
My roots have spread further than I dare to show
Twist to the light and lets deceive Berkana

If your not growing then your not knowing
If your not growing then your not knowing
If your not growing then your not knowing
Berkana