Cut me out tender and sweet.
Dress me up pretty and neat.
Show me off to all your friends.
Oops a tear now we must mend.
Change my look and what i am.
Make me new cause you know you can.
Tape my leg it seems to be lost
Another part hidden is the only cost.
One day pink another day blue.
Make me into someone i never knew.
Yet again i must be perfectly fixed.
Feeling hidden further all jumbled and mixed.
Tear me once i may be all right.
Break me twice more is lost in light.
I'm a paper doll i can never die.
Although what you see is often a lie.
My shell may be all pretty and whole.
What is within the tape is a torn soul.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.