Finding the Tracks

Lifted by the light of the sun beating down upon my feet

I find the tracks of my native brother, I feel his heart pound in every crack

Where the waters run deep into the woods, I find the meaning of my life

Longing to sing my song with my flute, I shall look for my love

Tears from the treetops, from the fallen dew, hit my forehead, then I look up

And I see the eagle fly over as he is watching for the spirits to come

In my deepest moments of time, I know she is here, with me in every move

My love shall never die, for I shall feel her once again in the shelter of our bed

In the night of the shining stars, and we will lay in the grasses of our tracks

Knowing we will never be forgotten, in the strength, in the spirit, and the soul

Finding each other forever shall we make our mark come true