awakened by the coyotes' and the warmness of the night.
I feel that familiar feeling some relation to fright.
I know this feeling well I think, its been a common theme,
of milestones and moonbeams and being in my teens.
I rock my self back and forth when I think of the unknown
As a way to comfort myself I sing "oats and beans and barley grow"
And when I'm feeling ready for the turning of the page,
i think of my roots in wonder, of coyotes and purple sage.
I lick my fingers with the coyotes breath and press them to the skin
my hands together in prayer, Im ready to begin.
I carry you all in my heart I say, everywhere I go.
and in return your love will guide me,
for this is the only thing I have known.