free flowing water the air is so warm it breathes for you it sees through you before the storm and if the lake can t be the sister to the moon to the river to the sun the leaves are falling cutting the moonlight they brake the waves gazing to the stars and if the lake can t be the sister to the moon to the river to the earth i know i wouldn t be strong wouldn t be brother to the moon i know i wouldn t be strong wouldn t be sister to the woods here is another soul another path another god