What If I Blew away One Day,
Would you ask me to Stay.
To Stay with the earth, within the ground.
Or let me drift until I'm Found.
Found in the clouds, and in the trees.
Dancing along with the Winter Breeze.
What if the Breeze Turns Cold
and I Drift to places New and Old.
Would you come and Drift with Me?,
High above the Clouds and Deep within the Sea
Drift with me until we Find
a Place to Rest and Quiet our Mind.
Drift with me to the Trees
Lets lay some Roots and Grow our Leaves.
Drift with me to the Ground
Hold me close, I am Found.