Over the oceans from long, long ago,

Comes a voice in the wind from an ancient soul.

Whistling and waining first stopping then go.

Thus is the song of remembrance.

Grabbing and keepin all hope in this one,

can't see the stars 'till the conflict is done.

Storm clouds break away revealing a shining son

pouring out light that will guide me

how can you see and not believe

only few things must you retrieve

how guiltlessly spin the darkness you weave?

there must be a soul.

I don't know when i'll leave this life

so if i'm going to be

i might as well be flying high

Maybe soon will come a day,

all things will fall into place,

Holding....trusting...

Miracles teach us to believe,

So why not breathe unto me?