Feral Roots
written by:Jay Buchanan,Scott Holiday
On the mountain where I was born there are trees
That would call my name
On the wind they would bring a song for every feral need to claim
They'd say,"Keep your eyes open"
And we'll teach you to dream while you are awake
Well,they haven't spoken
Since their branches were broken for the fire that they told me to

Feral roots
Calling me back home
Feral roots
Are calling me back home

On the book where my page was torn there are Words that I don't understand
All my elders,they tell me those words were not writ by human hands
Well,I just don't believe that's true
If the truth can be written then the truth can be hid
Those words are commanding you
Though your body may grow old in your mind
you must remain a kid

Feral roots
Are calling me back home
Feral roots
Calling me back home
Feral roots
Calling me back home
Feral roots
Calling me back home

Feral roots
Calling me back home
Feral roots
Calling me back home
Feral roots
Calling me back home
Feral roots
Calling me back home