[Interlude: The Gathering Under the Bark] [Chestnut:] I was born to break To burn in a single strike If my end is brief Let it light the night I crack, I fall But I fall forward I shatter once For what comes after [Mortar:] I do not run I do not rage I wait I am weight I am the page Where judgment lands Stone remembers Hands forget I am not wrath I am what’s left [Bee:] I am small I am sharp I do not roar I mark the dark One touch One sting No glory song Just pain I bring [Cow Dung:] They laugh at me They step on me But slip they will When truth is wet I stink of ground Of days survived I stay behind So others rise [Ensemble:] No crowns No names No songs of fame We stand We hold We play our part [Ensemble:] Not heroes Not kings Just teeth and wings Tonight We turn The wheel of bark [Instrumental Break] [Ensemble (whispered):] When dawn comes Let the tree remember
