I don't like to fit in
Where I'm not needed
Be it the world or your heart
Though both mean the same to me.

Rising up
Through the smoke
It's coming through to you
Whipping up the clouds
Feel the storm brewing inside of you
Red winds blowing through
Sickness in the air
It'll get washed out
When the rains fall down
After the red winds come through
Been a long time since they've come
They're overdue
Red winds coming in
Westward born and eastward bound
The old is crumbling to the new
Setting sun is rising now
Red winds blowing it down
Won't it be a sight to see the storm come round?

she reads soft
as one who lives

gently in this world
she only places

the exact amount
of pressure

required of each step
she is perfectly

balanced between
faith and doubt

she understands
but doesn’t need to

the world is
real to her

and so are
her dreams

My heart sounds out
   And whispers  
Like wind chimes in the air
   For you

With gentle rest
   Our dancing steps
And hopes more light
   I wish you into this summer memory fair

Playing carousel dreams
   Of you
Just to hear