Spinning, swirling, led by the tricks of time and storms of soul
from one side of this country to the other
...and i am blown home again.
But who am i?
a singer in the choir?
a dancer in the rain?
so sure of my steps
if i could just make my feet touch the ground
I am alone beneath the stars
i am lonely in the heat of the crowd
knowing still, that i am safe in this moment
for when i look around
i see my sister there.
