You are the clouds that roll on the skies
you are the truth , the protection from lies
you are the stars that pierce through the night
you have the grace of an angel in flight
you are the giver in a land full of thieves
you are the cure for all of my griefs
you are the sound of the wind in the trees
and the heat from the sun that floats on the breeze
you are the sound of the sea and the storm
you are the bueaty as the white horses form