Who am I to say
what is impossible?
The daughters of the wind
Let us renew our vows, bear.
Let us pass, bear.
The world did not end in war
Sheila’s mane was silver and her tail flowed like water when she ran.
Two miles away the enemy’s child turned to see
her flash of light and felt his eardrums shatter
Now is the weight in the hand of ripened daylight