[Verse 1] I’ve wandered deserts of the mind, Chased horizons that keep moving on, Looking for the rivers that run sweet, The fields where every hunger’s gone. They told me of a promised ground, Somewhere past the far horizon line, But the map was always in my hands, And the treasure in this frame of mine. [Chorus] The land of milk and honey is within the body, Flowing through the rivers of my blood, In the soft rise of every quiet breath, In the steady drum that never floods. Milk of kindness in the marrow deep, Honey of the soul behind the eyes, No distant shore I need to seek— The garden lives where this temple lies. [Verse 2] I used to trade my days for gold, For empty rooms and louder nights, Tried to fill the hollow with the world, But the world just left more empty light. Then I turned the gaze back home, Felt the warmth beneath the skin, Heard the quiet rivers start to sing, And the harvest rising from within. [Chorus] The land of milk and honey is within the body, Flowing through the rivers of my blood, In the soft rise of every quiet breath, In the steady drum that never floods. Milk of kindness in the marrow deep, Honey of the soul behind the eyes, No distant shore I need to seek— The garden lives where this temple lies. [Verse 3] Feel the sweetness in the pulse, The cream that soothes the aching bone, The golden thread that weaves the heart To every cell that calls this home. In the curve of hip and rise of chest, In the quiet strength of spine and hand, There is a country without border, A fertile, ever-giving land. [Bridge] No more packing bags for paradise, No more praying to the distant sky— Every vein is a winding stream, Every breath a low and holy cry. I am the soil, I am the rain, I am the bee that finds the flower, I am the milk that feeds the soul, I am the honey, I am the power. [Verse 4] When the world grows thin and cold, When the outer fields turn dry, I press my palms against this flesh And drink the endless supply. In the dark behind closed lids, In the warmth of blood and bone, The promised land keeps overflowing— I was never far from home. [Chorus – extended] The land of milk and honey is within the body, Flowing through the rivers of my blood, In the soft rise of every quiet breath, In the steady drum that never floods. Milk of kindness in the marrow deep, Honey of the soul behind the eyes, No distant shore I need to seek— The garden lives where this temple lies. Yes the land of milk and honey Is within the body, Yes the land of milk and honey Is within the body… [Outro] So rest here, wanderer, rest, You have arrived at last. The milk is sweet, the honey thick— And all of it is yours, held fast Inside the sacred house of skin, The only promised land you’ll ever need to win.
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