I am a tiger and a fawn. The she-wolf that screams to the moon at dusk And the meadowlark that whistles to the sun at dawn. I am darkness and I am light Flipping my tangled hair to the cascading stars at night Lifting my hands in prayer, releasing the morning birds to flight. And I will protect them, These birds of freedom. I will carve their songs Deeply into my heart And set aside a space Where the cruelty of this world Cannot, ever, tear them apart. So laugh my little children, And sing your songs of glory, You are safe You are heard And you are worthy.