The beat of a wing over water when mirrors Gather up droplets of rain like a beaded Necklace I once owned but long have forgotten And what am I to myself that must now remain? The snap of the bracken echoes through the pine trees The child in me steps over deadly flowers and night fires A wish to float down streams like the leaf boats I made once What am I to myself that must now remain? ♪ But here I am now where the winds all Tangle around me lie cloth every fiber Is a stand of self with stitching across it And what am I to myself that must now remain? We landed like doves along a solid wall but Quickly flew off, and no reflection could be captured To a forest of dirty mirrors and covered over lenses And what am I to myself that must now remain?