Alone on my rock, I lean on my feathered staff
There is no doubt He is the other half
To plant the seed where the mind does dwell
To nurture the soul and come out of her shell
First sign of life came forth from the ground
Prayer to the morning light, freedom to be found

I watched you grow so tall and proud
Dancing to the music you play so loud
Under the moon I find you asleep
Etched on the rock, the still mind so deep
Into your skin He does quietly step
To hold you tight where lost souls have met.

With treasured time and granted grace
Lines of wisdom do mark your face
To gather your pain and hang up to dry
Unbinding your wings and free to fly
He carried the lost seed with faith inside
Faith was on the mountain my Brother does ride