Child of the Wind

Hey! Seagull fly across the morning sky. Your wings are painted gold by

the rising sun. No maps to guide you, no chains to hold you,

just the wind and the waves where you belong. Seagull cry echoes

through the misty dawn. A song of freedom only you can sing.

The ocean's rhythm beats beneath your feathers, dancing on the edge of endless

dreams. Oh, the tide may turn and the storms

may rise, but you'll never lose your way. Wings over the ocean,

heart full of grace. You ride the silver currents of time and