Innocent games of unwritten spells as a child,
Animals are companions and mentors, and the moon my night side mother
No one understood them, few comprehend now
She awoke with eyes of fire to a world demented by spinners feeling,
Smelling, tasting all before her made her live.
Growing, walking, talking, power taking form,
Ignoring all beneath her refusing to conform.
\"My innocence was a time of feeling pleasure in the rain.
I learned from all creatures of instinct the magic within joy and pain.\"
Now she swims to the watery depths of darkness unreachable by most
Forever mocked by an angry mob like parasites on a new host,
For the one who strives to reveal all aspects
Of life is hated, hunted, by those who fear themselves
\"By the time I was one with the moon and tide, I was detested for not having banished my pride.
Being strong in my age of circle and seas I raged against all on bended knees!\"
Her fall is one of beauty revealing colors undistributed by a storming sky
With skill and patience learnt from crane she drips blood of her veins
To bind what she claims, power beyond wisdom, faces without names
\"My chance for smoke and mystery so close to earth am i.
My time is matched by wisdom and I am not afraid to die.\"
The crisp clean winds of the old man have come for her at last
He loves her with his mighty heart and plans to take her fast
Most run from old man winter for fear of growing cold
So set in the reality that they have bought and sold,
Not this grand lady she flies away with a smile
You can hear her singing beyond a year and past a mile
musica.com \"My time has filled the circle. The sun's inside the moon.
My essence is free to breath, as my body decays in a tomb.\"
Wolf, salmon, doe, fox