The crashing of the rocks
And the eagle soaring above me
Cause my spirit to do likewise
Upon the rhythms of a soul.
To see the sights I've seen
Would make anyone else afraid.
Not I;
I have seen the souls of thousands,
And revelled in them all.
My words cannot express the meanings I've found,
And the power of a thousand stars
Shall never rip from me
The memory.