Press you close in the whirling storm
As it whips around
Our ears
Still closer to me
I hug your wriggling flesh
We wish for walls
To keep you from the grasp
Of evil hands
Yet free you must be
To peril, to trial
To tellings of your own
And between the fortile valleys
And in desiccated fields
We cling tight in our love
Of life, of light, of you
Through seeming hordes
Through solitary lands
You'll make your way, make your mark
Into this life are you thrust
To let this prayer be
An amulet of trust
When you fall
