In a horse-powered sleigh at the top of the townsun coming up paints the snow all aroundwith rose lightIn front of t he house where Im supposed to be bornI dont think Im ready to walk through that doorjust yetTo be one more voice in the huma n choirrising like smoke from the mystical fireof the heartThe wind that blows through everythingsweeps out the halls of m y heart when I singto youIt carries the moon and the stars and the rainCarries the seagulls ad carries my shameawaySpins m e around, stops me running awayfrom all of the things Im waiting to sayBut dontHereis bigger than you can imagineNowis f oreverSun coming up paints the snow all aroundRose on the roofs and the trees and the groundAnd the streamIn my dreamMess enger wind swooping out of the skylights each tiny speck in the human KaleidoscopeWith hope