Naturally moving on

There is something about the morning that holds onto your breathing
The wind captures your insides and makes them go leaping
Into hearts of young children you know are inside you
In the place where you know you would be a good mother

Out west where it’s calling
If you have the ear for listening
Or the kind of hair that stands up on skin’s surface
That is moved by your heartbeat

You are human in your skin
And you’ll naturally keep walking