These wings of mine have seen
Oceans, then rivers and streams
The stillness of lakes
could be all that it takes
for me to find comfort and ease
Then fly off with the first summer breeze
In any case,
I’ll follow the water
I’ll slide through the wind,
and if in need, I will call her
To sing about things I don’t see
To love if I do not believe
Spirit of Tara 