Bearing this Burden is Hard
It makes me cry sometimes...

A little thing to make you smile
A bird flying by...

Love is that what makes you feel indestructible
Love is that what makes you blind...

Earth, Wind, Water and Fire
Here I draw a circle of protection...

I'm looking but not seeing.
I'm hearing but not listening...

The rain's falling on the hot stones
the smell is strange, comforting...

Holding back the words I meant to say
I should have told you before...

There I sat
Wind in my face...

Who Am I ?
Who Can Tell Me...