Cradled
Cradled in the bosom of the mountains
Nestled in the crook of the fault
Pachamama her strong embrace
Comforts a child come home
Oh, how I drifted
A rudderless ship at sea
Washed ashore in a tide of tears
To tierra madre my soul yearned
The deep roots had shriveled
Years of neglect
Lacking the nourishing intention
Yet, with wide open arms
Was I welcomed
No reproach
No hesitation
The fountain of eternal love
Rushed forth to bath the beauty
Chortling and chirping
Chorus of angels
Pachamama song, sweet lullaby
Call another one home