• A lonely raven flies the winds
    Majestic, soaring, gliding wings
    A single screech sounds from the sky
    Come fly with me...come here and fly

    My spirit floats to be a part
    I feel the beating of his heart
    My soul, one with this bird I see
    Now knows the meaning to fly free

    I feel the winds caress my soul
    And soar the night without a goal
    My being trembles of delight
    A treasure i received tonight

    The raven's flight of soaring high
    The gift of what it means to fly