A thin breeze , the hollow woods,
the high skies , were all unknown
and so far from where I stood ..
One of my wishes is to move in those dark woods,
To catch the cooing lark in my hands.
Fearless in the open land ,
run down the highway as fast as I can .
For all that I could not take hold of ,
Why should I run away ,
for I dont want to hold sand in my hands .
To overtake me , who should miss me here .
and long to know if Still I am dear .
They would not find me changed from what they knew ..
for all i know I was so true ..
