Every age has its turn
Every branch of the tree has to learn
Learn to grow, find its way,
Make the best of this short-lived stay
Take this seed, take this spade
Take this dream of a better day
Take your time, build a home
Build a place where we all [Em]can belong
Some things change, some ɾemain
Some will pass us unnoticed by
What to [C7]focus on, to [C7]improve upon
In the face of our ancient tɾibes
Feels so clear, feels so obvious
To each one on [C7]their own
But we are here, together
Reaping what time and [Bm]what we have sown
We don't choose where we're born
We don't choose in what pocket or form
But we can learn to [C7]know
Ourselves on [C7]this globe [Am]in the void
Take this mind, take this pen
Take this dream of a better land
Take your time, build a home
Build a place where we all... can belong
