One day I will leave this place.
I will blow through the trees with the rain
And listen as the leaves fall like snow.
One day I will talk to the mountains
And they will smile.
I will shelter from the beat
of a butterfly's wings
And hear spiders walk.
One day when the tears and the fears
And the years have slipped away,
I will light a fire on a beach.
The smoke will take me to the stars
And I will be free.