My heart does not beat, it sings.
Our bodies are dead, but our souls breath in.
My heaven is in the gold of my muse's skin
Let the sun kiss me, let my feet float in the air,
Let the winds whisper my name, let the storms give me care.
My child whose eyes rise to the stars, nimble be your stride.
Grace the world with your footsteps, give the dirt life.
My soul dances with the fairies.
My heart sings for the angels.
Don't you dare tell me I will die, give back my wings.