Washed Away - Emily Jane White

Modern industrial life

Take your soul in its fangs

We might as well be

All washed away

If I don’t hang on tight

If I let myself stray

I will lose my sight

And I will be washed away

And, oh, some days I walk my own

Oh, my own pace

It takes away the heartache

It seems no one has their own eyes

And we all speak from the cage

Are we living in fright

Consenting to be washed away

I’ll lose my heart, my own eyes

I’ll lose the smell of the rain

As I walk aimless in the night

I will be washed away

And, oh, some days I brush the palm

Oh, of my hand

Across the face of this forgotten land

I left my print in the sand

Organic mark made

I got up and walked in the night

And I refused to be washed away

The burden of modern life

The heart it beats and it prays

Forever to walk in the night

And never be washed away

And, oh, some days I walk my own

Oh, my own pace

It takes away the heartache

And oh some days, I brush the palm

Oh, of my hand

Across the face of this forgotten land