Lyrics

The poet wept when she saw her words
thrown into the river in a paper bag never to be heard.

This is my life – this is my creed.
The alchemy of lyrical dreams this is how I breathe.

I write for you. I write for me.
This is how I breathe.

The singer wept when she hear her voice
buried in a box by a desert road they had had no choice.

This is my life – my legacy.
To sing all things without within – this is how I breathe.

I sing for you. I sing for me.
This is how I breathe.