Woven

Moving like waves,

By the wind, they were caught

Grasping the quiet, 

With every thought

A way to cope, 

Through evergreen 

A pace of nature,

Through all I've seen

Oh we are woven, by the wind

As it goes along

It took me a while to

Be friends, with the movement

The movement

As a wallflower,

Always a quiet one

Mistaken by a light

That always shone

Oh I was so small,

Such delicate skin

Brought down due to 

My sensitivity within 

Oh we are woven, by the wind

As it goes along

It took me a while to

Be friends, with the movement

The movement

Drifting

Oh I would like to talk,

You're awfully quiet

Oh I thought about the petrichor

The song that you wrote once before

Oh there are things,

that I will never outgrow

Oh there are things uncared for

I'm afraid for what I saw 

I'll gather your belongings,

After the night

We have been drifting 

It has been away from my hands,

We have been drifting

Company, oh comfort, too soon

Untether Me 

I'm watching our little boat sinking,

it's tired. 

Let's try and fix things and sail away,

but the ropes that are holding us together are beginning to fray. 

Oh the wind will battle through our auburn hair, 

and we'll get caught up in a storm and just wish she weren't there. 

Untether me

There's still some hope in the air, and we mustn't go back now 

Untether me 

Storm and I 

We'll build a house of stories, 

and alas, it will grow

For the ghosts will surround your mind

and you'll breathe with your fragile lungs 

Oh, storm and I 

We'll build a boat of stories

and alas, we will sail away 

For the ghosts will surround your mind

and you'll breathe with your fragile lungs

Oh, storm and I 

Roots

Lay your lovely bones next to me

They may be brittle, but they make me strong

You appear to have lost yourself again 

You must keep focused on the path

And all these roots are dragging us down

We intertwined, like vines

You held me close, I felt quite safe

And all these roots are dragging us down

And all these roots are whispering

All these roots are trembling 

All these roots are laughing, at us. 

Well Spoken Birds

Oh I would like to sit in my garden,

awaiting wisteria. 

Oh, Autumn has been most unkind to me 

Oh I often wonder about moving away to the sea again,

the water always calmed me down

Oh, Autumn has been most unkind to me 

This home, is just tired eyes and small words

Overgrown outside and well spoken birds

Oh, it's the time to move along 

Oh, Autumn has been most unkind to me

Oh, Autumn has been most unkind to me 

Winter Array

Healing with sound is as old as the hills,

A wise man told me

Home is alas a metaphor

for where I hope to be

As winter goes into spring, birds sing

Away, winter, array

Oh, winter array. Oh, you lead me astray. Oh, winter array. 

As I walk along the hedgerows, my mind

Is as wild as the soon to be grown

I hope to overcome the overwhelm

Away, winter array.

Oh, winter array. Oh, you lead be astray. Oh, winter array.