Between the wind and my skin lies
freedom, invisible to human eyes
but heavy on hearts.
Place me not in crow casket, shorn of flight
or of sight, for the wind is my sister and
tonight we MUST fight.
Between the wind and my skin lies
freedom, invisible to human eyes
but heavy on hearts.
Place me not in crow casket, shorn of flight
or of sight, for the wind is my sister and
tonight we MUST fight.
sundry folly 