Born, a leaf in the wind
Born, struggling
Born, so small
I need my role
Insignificant?
Irrelevant?
No!
There is some kind of power in me, hidden
So I refuse to let go
And fall
I refuse to be used or abused
The power in me demands to be freed
Before turning over a new leaf,
Admit I am someone you need
Then go.
Continue.
My power is restored.
I forgive you.
Spirit of Tara 