I soar through the sky,
search boldly the land,
seek but arm outstretched
with an awaiting hand.

Wade through the waters,
bright eyes open wide,
seek but the drowning
of passion's roaring tide.

Climb willingly the mountain,
dive from edge of the cliff,
seek but breeze of tomorrow
for my spirit to lift.

Walk weakly through desert,
suffer thirst for my need,
seek but the water of love
to satisfy me.