"I′m weaving you a remedy,
So pulled by threads of ancestry,
We've sown seeds of memoryI′m braiding a new tapestry.
Where is my altar,
Who am I calling?
Where is my altar,
Where is my center?
I took your ashes to the lake,
I made a place of offering,
I pulled my needle through your name,
And let the water wash away...
Where is my altar?
Where is the center?
Bloodline memory.
Where is my altar?
Where is the center?
Where is my altar?
Where is my altar?
Here is the altar.
Here is the center.
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