Wild, my dreams soar
Into the lap of nature.
The sky is my father,
His storm guides me.
The earth is my mother,
Within her embrace, from sorrows, I'm free
All my siblings,
Though most of them misguided,
Are still for me to love.
They forget who they belong to
In life and also in death
And my mother, in my dreams, asked me
To bring them all back home