Ahh   Ahh      There is a place in the bottom of the soul,   It's no bread of restitution   Hearts splash fly like dough   Where there is no pollution      You would know words to hold   Folks question your solutions   Bedrock of a river that flowed   No times, present or future      We are men of nature   We are made from the earth   At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt   Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent   Only bein' only breathin'   We're just children of believers      Type, fire and water be strong with compassion   In the morning we're born everlasting   Like the grass by the sea   And in with the wind which knocks ya down time and again   We remain and sing   Stand until the dawn of day carries us away   As we sway through the phases of each generation   We leave our trace and then leave this station      Fierce fronts, fantasy phased   No blame, untamed or spoken   Shiggy walks through this space   On dry land that's cracked and broken      We came to taste the rain   We're just, widows and orphans   Not afraid to feel the pain   Or to leave behind our notions      Bathe in showers, taste the tension,   Hear the howl, climb the mountain,   Kiss the cold and heal the frozen   Read the dreams in this here dungeon      We are men of nature   We are made from the earth   At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt   Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent   Only bein' only breathin'   We're just children of believers      There is fire in these leaves and therefore naturally,   I'm not afraid to face these seasons   'Cuz, times change and there's no one to blame   Even when the day is leavin'   Will you rise like a lion in the morning sun   Or will ya, just lay there bleedin'   When the time has come, return to the kingdom   Close my eyes and be screamin "freedom"      Freedom, freedom   Freedom, freedom   Freedom, freedom      We are men of nature   We are made from [freedom] the earth   At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt   Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent   Only bein' only breathin'   We're just children of believers      We are men of nature   We are made from the earth   At the end of my eighty, I'll return to the dirt   Just sand, just rock, dry land, fast and silent   Only bein' only breathin'   We're just children of believers      Children of believers