A little girl sits waiting, generations whisked away
Longing to live the truth of her people and their ways
Stored tightly in the woman's body with secrets of elders before
A girl with wisdom to share will be silenced no more
A little girl sits all alone in her forest chair. She holds the Spirit of the wind
Nothing to despair
She is confident and caring and sweetly sings along
With Nature and all living things healing with her song
She waits for you where Ravens sing
In a place of green, she waits for you. She waits... for you
How can she comfort and guide her, when only fear and pain reside?
A woman who sits in judgment and will only criticize
She claims that she is not able to heal or make good
And believes that her people will never be understood
She waits for you where Ravens sing
In a place of green, she waits for you. She waits... for you
Anger turns to pain. Tied up in a world gone wrong
A chance for the little girl to heal the woman through her song
She waits for you where Ravens sing
In a place of green, she waits for you. She waits... for you
A little girl sits all alone in her forest chair. She holds the Spirit of the wind
Nothing to despair
She is confident and caring and sweetly sings along
With Nature and all living things healing with her song
She waits for you where Ravens sing
In a place of green, she waits for you. She waits... for you