I was flying in the woods,
Practicing to catch tiny winds.
Then saw him: A raven like me.
Yet he was flying so much faster.

In a moment we were equal.
We've been swinging among the trees.
And we've been caching the higher winds.
And we were different in our flying styles.

Then I asked him to teach me.
He showed and I followed.
And he was always so sharp.
And he was always drifting so fast.

But I couldn't catch up to him
Always rising high and falling low
While I was keeping balance.
And he is gone and I wait.

I wait for him slow down and see me.
I wanna fly around again in the woods.
Cause he reminds me of the two of you.
Of that first tornado I didn't conquer alone.

So I wanna catch him in the storm.
Get him playing by my rules, in my games.
Therefore, I beg the tornado to come around.
So we could fly so different and so equal.