The wind plays a crying song that secretly calls my name
It pulls at my heavy heart with sadness like it knows
That I am lost in the wilderness of this life unintended
Bound to the four corners from which the wind blows

The melody is enchanting as it calls me from my sleep
I hear my ancestors dancing for falling rain in my dreams
I am praying for the rain that washes away my tears
As the garments of old come apart at the delicate seams

In my heart I paint pictures of what my life would be
If I had been born to my own people in the distant past
I am stuck here in this never ending struggle to live a life
Where the pain and strife of day to day is all that lasts

They whisper secrets in my slumber and hold me to the pain
I cut my faith and watch it bleed, now wounded by my pride
I stitch my hope with patches of trepidation and forgiveness
Because I will die tonight if I have to hold it all inside

The blood of my past is coursing through my veins
They understand my soul is weary from this fight
I pray I don’t have to awake from my peace of mind
My reflection a prism within the darkness and the light

As for the dreams that dance between the brink of life
I hold tightly to the song that reminds me this is not the end
I pray that I never forget where I have been in this journey
A song carried on the souls of old I hear whisper in the wind