The soul that knows the air he breathes
Already loves himself
On wings of possibility he flies
Outside of his own pain
With belief

The way he feels, he gently expresses
With a peaceful hand
Keeping his fires burning low
And manner of speech
In command

Where he hangs his hat, he calls home
A place where he is pleased
He listens to his morning ringing in
With a joyful heart
Just to be

The soul that knows the air he breathes
Holds his heart in his hands
Touching the world with the peace
He feels inside himself
As he can