If my blood were not my blood

If my blood were not my blood
If my bones were not my own
If all I lived and died for
Can’t justify a home

That loyalty was just a wound
Self inflicted, guilt stricken
What another way to breathe
What another way to see
To know that everything I’ve done
Reflects what I believe

Anything worth doing isn’t measured in gold
Anything worth seeing’s for the soul
Anything worth saying is worth more just knowing
Anywhere worth going, you’ll go alone

This is the song that rattles my bones
And the same hymn that still sets me free
How fearful am I of the future I knew
There’s no other sensible way to be

I am like a rocking leaf pod
The wind has plucked me from my tree
In hopes that I might plant a new one.