I have tide my heart to the sacred tree,
Gave my soul to the fierce wild wind,
Took my denude body into the sea,
Danced the creation in my disbelief...
Only in hope that you can see.
I have dance into the wilderness,
Rituals and spell were done by me,
Prayed songs made by just rhymes,
Drunk my spirit is what is seems,
Became a woman by cutting my wings...
Only in hope that you can see.
That you can see behind me,
What is seems more than see...
The old soul into the new,
The profane love in you
That brings all in me.
The passion is just the key
To open the wild soul in me...
Than beloved the spell is done
Has I gave you just the clue...
Now i fly in my own broom
To the skies where you belong.
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