With the palms of my hands, I take the light from this day
And into the blind darkness I run forward.

And into the night, my hands shine
My hands warm the stars with hope
And the stars wait, frozen, for better seasons to come
For worse clouds to vanquish.

And, come the year end, I will sit on the hill,
With the palms of my hands empty and scorched
From so much light.

And then, I will want to be somebody else
I will want to love you so much that I may melt with the green plains.
I will want you, my forbidden wonder,
To cherish and bless me from the far mountains –
To send me rain, sparrows and moonlight.