She stands outside and prays, after another loss.
The flame that embraces life,  bears the heavy cross.
So much beauty in her lap, glides past ancient stones.
She wispers, to the other side what will guide me
Who will take me home.

The falls will spread her tears.
That’s why he’s always here.

Goodbye my love my son.
Goodbye my pride my oldest one.

From the woods with the blue berries, to the promised land.
She left a trunk with eighteen arms, she left a part off her self.
As an angel in disguise, she builds her loving home.
Has trust in the secret cycle of life , and lives in peace with her soul

The falls will spread her tears.
That’s why he’s always here.

Goodbye my love my son.
Goodbye my pride my oldest one.

Today she spreads her wings.
Today she hears them sing.

Goodbye my love my son.
Goodbye my pride my oldest one.

She bends with the waves.
She bends with the waves.
She bends with the waves.