Indian Summer Set Sail
It is in these spirits which we
Reside and which we will sing our wings
Have become our eyes as sharp as
The need set sail our chosen path
Lies in your arms we shall know the
Knowing live the living be the being
In our faith we rest in the living
In these spirits we reside and our being
Is spent and we sing
How we sing
The wing has grown little seed has
Become We reside in only moments small
Fractures only moments in these an
Ious moments of time well spent this is
Our truth to our heavens to making
Enemies with thunder ; sleeping with his daughter
