I look at love in her stride,
Running with wild horses,
And I wish I was as free.
I look gentle in that mirror,
Held together by a strength,
That is my world as a song.
Thunder beneath me,
Wind behind me,
The world in front of me,
Racing dreams to the dawn.
There is music in the sunrise,
That takes me by the hand,
To dance in its adoring light.
I learn the language of stars,
And carry them with me,
In my stride, in love.