Lantern - The White Birch

I cursed the breath of the sea

Spelled as poetry

The dreams I could explore

I left them by the door

I watched the lanterns tilt

Through days of darkened guilt

I prayed for newborn skies

To lift me up so high

I was blind now I can see

Sweet mother set me free

How could I ask for more

Let them sisters soar

This land is more than dreams

These days are what they seem

No more darkened doors

Let them sisters soar