The Seeing Child, The Moving Wind The wind calls out to a child who cannot move, inviting them to see the beauty of the world. Though afraid, the child realizes the wind wants them for their ability to see things with beauty and think deeply. In the morning, the child sees the beauty of the wind that has carried them to freedom. Guide Me The speaker feels a warm and chilling light/feeling in their chest and heart. They wonder what it is and what they should do with this feeling, contemplating whether to embrace it or let it guide them. GoOn The speaker questions how they will endure pain, slights, and feeling alone without others. They realize they will go

1. The Seeing Child, The Moving Wind
The wind blows on my windowpane
Calling, crying out to me
Come, come with me to far away lands
Where there are many things to do.
Afraid. Scared. That is what I feel.
Why? I cry out to the wind on my pane.
Why me? I can do nothing for you.
I am but child born with no movement
You move trees, houses, and leaves,
I can just move my eyes, eyes that see all and miss
nothing.
I want you, you are very special, replies the wind.
You see things and think things of beauty.
I with me, you can move and you feel and know my every
movement.
In the morning hours, you now see the beauty of the wind,
The wind that carried the see-all child to freedom.

2. Guide Me
‘What is this I feel,
Deep in my chest?
It warms up my soul,
While leaving my body in chills.
What is this light
That warms up my heart?
It fills me with strength
But leaves me powerless.
What should I do
With this light I feel?
What should I do
With this feeling of mine?
Should I run?
Should I fight?
Should I embrace it?
Should I accept its light?
For now, just for now,
Ithink I’ll let it be
And let the mysterious light...
Guide me.

3. GoOn
How will I bear the pain?
How will I endure the slights?
How can I ignore the obvious?
What can I do to make you see?
What can I do to ease the pain?
What do I do when I feel alone?
How will I survive without all of you?
How can I go on living my life?
How do I endure the torture?
By staying at your side,
By drying your tears,
By calming your fears,
By making your life better,
To make my life better.
This is how I will go on.

4. Why?
Why do men have to be so rational?
Why do they have to be so kind?
Why do they always have to be protective?
Why are they so afraid to tell us how they feel?
Why are we so afraid to tell then how we feel?
Why do we have care so much about them?
Why do we have to be the ones who survive?
Why do we have to be protected from everything?
Why can’t we trust each other?
Why can’t we say what we really mean?
Why do we hide behind false feelings?
Why does everything between us have to be complicated?
If we just said what we meant,
If we were able to be ourselves,
If we were able to trust each other completely,
Then this life would be too easy.
So that is why we all have problems,
Problems that must be faced and conquered,
To achieve the fulfillment we all need.

5. WINGS OF TRUST
A WHISPER IN MY EAR,
A GENTLE VOICE CARESSES MY SENSES.
A WARM ESSENCE FLOWS AROUND ME,
SOFTLY, SLOWLY FILLING MY SOUL WITH CONFIDENCE
STANDING AT THE EDGE,
AFRAID TO TAKE THE LEAP.
SCARED, FRIGHTENED, NERVOUS,
I BACK AWAY FROM DIVE.
THE VOICE CALLS OUT TO ME,
“DON’T BE AFRAID. I’LL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU.”
LOVING, TRUSTING, AND SUPPORTING ME
CALMING ALL OF MY FEARS.
I RETURN TO THE EDGE WITH ARMS FLUNG WIDE,
TRUSTING AND BELIEVING IN MY OWN STRENGTH.
I TAKE A DEEP BREATH, AND JUMP
AND I FLY FOREVER WITH THE WINGS OF TRUST WE BUILT WITH LOVE.