if a thousand sighs made a harsh wind
how many whispers would make a hurricane?
how much laughter could make a twister?
i breathe in life and breathe out
as the seedlings are carried gently on the breeze
so must our thoughts wander the plains
making sand storms in their wake
i ride on that wave of destiny
where a single heartbeat
can tell a thousand tales of woe
and love is eternal
i want to plunder the land of my fathers
as long as there is life to find the truth that is
what nature intended
we are here for a purpose,
our very breath is carried on the sea
up to the horizon
i would not trade my breath for anything
life breeds life,
the future is now.