Heather Alexander Hawk Brother
Old memories are unfaithful things, they bind the
strongest will
The frightened boy I used to be, comes back to haunt me
still.
It's hard to be born different a stranger in you home
To know that you may always have to face the world
alone.
Oh, Hawk Brother, stead fast friend;
Cast you song upon the wind.
With your sure and healing hand
Draw the magic of the land.
A boy who plays with magic powers, brings danger home
to dwell.
He does not have the discipline to tame his errant
spell.
I killed my faithless lover in- a moments blinding pain
And sought to take my own life, so I would never kill
again.
Oh, Hawk Brother, stead fast friend;
Cast you song upon the wind.
With your sure and healing hand
Draw the magic of the land.
A passing Herald found me then, still bleeding almost
dead.
A friend of hers soon healed my wounds, and eased away
my dread.
In that silent vale of green my old self passed away
And in his place a man was born, the mage you see
today.
Oh, Hawk Brother, stead fast friend;
Cast you song upon the wind.
With your sure and healing hand
Draw the magic of the land.
Seek magic for the comforting, it brings the week and
poor,
What hate destroys with bitter power, a healer may
restore.
I know the lore of darkness, it has touched my deepest
heart
But love can build a haven and give hope a place to
start.
Oh, Hawk Brother, stead fast friend;
Cast you song upon the wind.
With your sure and healing hand
Draw the magic of the land.
With your wise and gentle hand teach me so I
understand.
