Breathless darkness,
sparks in the air
Scattering stars
wind in my hair
Tumbling through fields,
light touch of feathers
Song of the earth
echoes forever
Heartbeat and dirt,
trees sway in the night
Shadows and flame
glowing orange, bright
Smell of the forest
cool air on my cheeks,
running, heart soaring
no words do I speak
Orion the Brave,
with his arrows and bow
he hunts in the sky
and the way he does show
The world was small,
the woods were deep,
the stag with a cross
did run and leap
his antlers twining, like the trees
their branches winding
in the breeze
The cave was dark,
the stars were bright
stories written in them
poems and songs they used to sing
before the wind did take them
The seas were great,
the fires blazing
the warriors ran,
their torches raising
with spears and bows, and swords to pierce
silver dripping, shining
eyes so fierce
'Another year has passed us by,'
say the old and weary
while the young and starry-eyed
see a bright new future nearing
'Times of trouble 'round the bend'
but we see a hopeful light,
this can't be very end
we see with a different sight
Out on the horizon,
glowing like the great warm sun
not setting-- it's rising
and toward it we will run and run
Meeting our fate head on,
brave, and bold, and true
and young and strong and wise beyond
our years-- that's me and you
I am watching from the harbor
watching for you, my
tired
poor
longing for freedom
I carry a light into this world
I cannot be unaware.
I am stepping forward,
look closely!
and behind me your chains are
broken,
trampled
gone, you are free
I hold up this flame for all to see
I cannot be still
Feel the Rain
Verse 1: I’m in a cage
I’m trapped inside myself
I wanna get out
And see what Life’s really all about
I need to break out
Need to shake me out
I need to get away
Chorus: I wanna feel the rain
I wanna feel sane
I wanna feel freedom in my veins
I wanna get out
I wanna scream and shout
I wanna feel what freedom is all about
I wanna be free
Free from pain
I wanna feel the rain
Verse 2: Freedom isn’t always free
Being caged up is my enemy
I can’t take it anymore
I
Fire in the sky—a celestial rain of colors bursts
Shooting into space from a mountain of faces.
The stars do not know the reason of bombardment
Is the signing of a piece of paper by fifty-six men who
Long ago pushed up daisies fighting a war
Between a mother and her rebellious child across the ocean.
Once upon a time--indeed upon the beginning of time as we know it--there lived a wizard.
Not the sort of wizard that wears a blue robe with bright yellow stars on it, and sits and stirs a cauldron all day. No, he was a real wizard.”
“What did he look like?” Rannon interrupted.
The old man laughed, at the old familiar question. “You know,” he said, “I think that question has become every bit as much a part of the story as the story itself!”