The winds of change go through me
like the hourglass and the sand,
the wolf cries to the moon
and I don’t know who I am.

The river flows betweenus
like the indigenous and the land
high on top the snow capped peaks
and that’s where I stand.

When I come it seems you go
your world’s a garden in its bloom
and I’m the snow.
When I danced you used to sing
but now this seems to be about you
what am I supposed to bring?
The winds are harsh the river goes
and I’m fading faster
faster than you know, then you know!

The winds of change go through me
like the heartbeat and the end
the wolf still cries and I hear it
because this is who I am.

The rivers now an ocean
and I have my footsteps in the sand
but I soar with moon on an eagle
and I stand, and I stand and I stand!