There is a distant whisper
A distant relative, a script, a monument
She speaks to me
When the moon dances above our heads.

Live like your forefathers once before you
Lived, and you will be remembered.

There is a tree far from where i stand
It speaks as it twirls round and round
Whispering in the wind.

My mother once told me
You must not live as the dead once lived
The world isn't as was
You have things they could not hold
Things they'd die for if they knew
how much of it is true and beautiful.

You have freedom.