Child of the river,

let out your hair.

Let it flow wild,

and greet the clear winds.

Child of the sun,

Share your true colors with the world.

Let them burn bright,

Where the darkness is but a fright.

Child of the moon...

Are you afraid of whats to come?

Does it matter that they hate you,

Does it matter if they're afraid

Should it matter?

Does they're oppinion?

No.

It doesnt.