We Begin Here

We begin here
On the Plains of Abraham
Where the battle for Canada was won and lost
Where the geography of the land forms a metaphor
For everything that will be, and everything that was before

We begin here
On the Saint Lawrence Seaway
Where Old World ships sailed in the name of the cross
Where the waters of the Great Lakes form a mist
That lingers on the land like a long cool kiss

Everywhere a start
Everywhere we’ve been
History’s just an art
Of creating where we begin

We begin here
On the Northern Great Plains
Where the line of the West was crossed
Where the prairie wind transforms into a sigh
Stories of rebellion, stories of goodbye

We begin here
In the oldest colony of the crown
Who never believed we were worth the cost
Where the ocean is burned into our souls
The only true union that has ever made us feel whole

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We begin here
Together in the dark
Where the simplest things are won and lost
Where the geography of our bodies is a simile
We are the argument between what we feel and what we see

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