WALKERS OF THE DREAM

We who come from wild blood
We who ride the storm
Our footprints in the ash and mud
Wildflowers with sharp thorns

We who shake the weather loose
And ride against the wind
The surface dwellers of the earth
The old ones, born again

Our eyes, the colors of the earth
Our blood, electrified
The lightning strikes our wild hearts
We cry out to the sky

We speak to the farthest stars
To the old ones, far away
Every time the rain comes down
Our footprints wash away

When the wild raven
Is kept inside a cage
There's a freedom that's inside her
That exists anyway

She still sings her wild song
Across the blackest night
She can make her own joy
She captures her own light

We, the walkers of the dream
Drawn by a foreign hand
Our ways, so wild; our hearts, so blue
Strangers to this land

The surface dwellers of the earth
The ones that time can't keep
Every time the thunder rolls
We startle from our sleep.