Words and music by Ionne If I raise you up, wait for me. With my last breath revive you, wait for me. Wait for me. Said the mountain to the trees. Said the mountain to the trees. Said the mountain to the trees. If I raise you up, wait for me. Put my own heart inside you, wait for me. Wait for me. Said the mountain to the trees, to the fish beneath the sea, to the shadow in my dream. We need you. We love you. The forests replied. And we can't continue. If I raise you up, wait

A declaration of liberation inspired, in part, by the Oríkì oral praise poetry tradition.