Lord, make of me a white bird
who flies the southern road
who travels from the Northland
when the winter gets too cold
Lord give to me two strong wings
so little and so bright
so i can fly unfaltering
all through the snowy night
I have known such dark extremes
and I have become the light
I don't know how much longer till
I'll meet my precious guide
I'll follow the scent of falling leaves
I'll follow the warmth in my heart
I'll follow the flock of my family
I'll follow the flight of the stars
Like a waterfall in slow motion, Part One
2 years ago
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