Sometimes I feel big and brave
Like the ocean waves
Crashing and flowing
Then I feel as small as a grain of sand
I’m worried about sons and daughters
The ones who have laid the earth since birth
They call me back every chance they have
Like the lake falls into the waters
We are our father’s daughters
Like the sun brings us to our knees
We watch the sons listen to our pleas
Sharing looks into our kaleidoscope future
And the magnifying glass of the present
Never doubting the telescope image of the past
Palm trees that’ll never fade away
I asked innocently for you to stay
I look to the future now I ride the waves
-v.