song’s a prayer for renewed society.
even the wicked men who rule this land with wealth and power will die like us. & their oppressive dynasties will fall.
the dead say to forgive everything, everyone.
we remember we’re all perishable, and we want to take care of each sacred sprout.
we claim freedom for our lives. we won’t die in fear. we will die rejoicing. we will die in love. we will die hearing our sisters & brothers singing. peace comes to us on a banjo wing.