Salt Of The Earth - Hanne Hukkelberg

As you march

Put your feet down along the path

As you sharply slide

Cut what darkens your designed, firm sight

I am the grass under your feet that softens your steps

And I am the branch you break and

I am the bird you laugh off and leave in the lurch

Gloss over, silence and forget

As you’re getting close

Tear along, rushing madly off reaching your goals

As you dust up the sand

Eager to see rewards in glitter and gold

I am the sand under your feet that softens your steps

And I am the branch you break and

I am the bird you laugh off and leave in the lurch

Gloss over and silence, omit

I am the grass under your feet that softens your steps

And I am the branch you break and

I am the bird you laugh off and leave in the lurch

Gloss over and silence and forget

As you cut in suspense

Wanting space to grow

It’s on my expense

But you don’t look below