Wind blows, lifts you up,
Lets you touch the sky.
And the fire burns your spirit black,
Forges freedom’s cry.
Water flows through your veins,
Becomes your salty tears.
And the earth she turns upon her course,
Marks your living years.
Wind blows, fire burns,
Water flows and the earth turns.
Wind blows, fire burns,
Water flows and the earth turns.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
Can you hear it?
That’s the sound of change,
That’s the sound of change,
Oh, that’s the sound of change.
I can no more be bound than the hawk in flight.
And I am the fires that burn in the night.
And I am the shaking and quaking of the earth.
And I am the water of the world’s rebirth.
I am freedom, I am freedom, I am freedom, I am freedom.
I am no more contained that the waves on the sea.
I cannot be chained because I must be free.
And I am the fire that burns in all things.
The bell that tolls with freedom’s call, shake when you hear me ring.
I am freedom, I am freedom, I am freedom, I am freedom.
We can rise with the fire of freedom,
Truth is the fire that burns our chains,
And we can stop the fire of destruction,
Healing is the fire running through our veins.
We are women (people, pagans,..) exploring.
We are women who long to know the mysteries.
We are women reawakening.
We are women who dare reclaim our history.
(Chorus 2x)
And we are diving, diving,
Diving deep and surfacing, diving deep and surfacing.
We are women who share stories.
We uphold and listen to each offering.
We are women who share glories.
We are bravely transforming all our suffering.
Chorus
We are women who seek wholeness.
We bring throught the Spirit to the physical.
We are women speaking boldness.
We all know the personal is political.
© 1997 by Christian Williamson from the album I Am
