Here I am.
The sands of time stretch out before me.
Far below under this rock.
This cliff on which I was begun.
I look out, wishing I didn't have to fly to reach the ocean.
But what else are my wings for?
Then I see him, a great bird on the horizon.
Calling my name,
asking me to fly with him.
How my heart does beat.
How I long to keep this lover of mine.
And yet I also long to fly alone.
To prove to all, even myself, that I need no other.
To hail God's Wind as my only companion.
Why do I fear?
Do I fear a cage?
That this lover of mine shall prove to be no better than the others?
That to resign myself to him
and become yet another nesting bird?
I was made for more.
If he cannot support my wandering heart,
then he should not pursue me.
I will not be a mother.
I will not be so.
I refuse.
All or nothing.
Either I will fly alone,
Or he will fly beside me.
But how do I know that he will support me?
How do I know that he is my future?
Only if he hears my cry and gives his all to me.
Only then will I fly to meet him.
The time draws near.
Either I will fly alone,
Or he will fly beside me.
When I take the dive,
either he will rise to meet me,
or he will fall away like a dream.
When the sun rises,
will I wake to see my days alone and strong?
Or will I wake to see my lover beside me?
Where does my freedom dwell?
If only I did not have to fly to reach the ocean.
I stand on the cliff's edge.
The sands of time stretch out before me.
Far below under this rock.
This cliff on which I was begun.
I look out, wishing I didn't have to fly to reach the ocean.
But what else are my wings for?
Then I see him, a great bird on the horizon.
Calling my name,
asking me to fly with him.
How my heart does beat.
How I long to keep this lover of mine.
And yet I also long to fly alone.
To prove to all, even myself, that I need no other.
To hail God's Wind as my only companion.
Why do I fear?
Do I fear a cage?
That this lover of mine shall prove to be no better than the others?
That to resign myself to him
and become yet another nesting bird?
I was made for more.
If he cannot support my wandering heart,
then he should not pursue me.
I will not be a mother.
I will not be so.
I refuse.
All or nothing.
Either I will fly alone,
Or he will fly beside me.
But how do I know that he will support me?
How do I know that he is my future?
Only if he hears my cry and gives his all to me.
Only then will I fly to meet him.
The time draws near.
Either I will fly alone,
Or he will fly beside me.
When I take the dive,
either he will rise to meet me,
or he will fall away like a dream.
When the sun rises,
will I wake to see my days alone and strong?
Or will I wake to see my lover beside me?
Where does my freedom dwell?
If only I did not have to fly to reach the ocean.
I stand on the cliff's edge.