Sofia’s Song-The Weight of Two Worlds

The mountain air is cold and thin. Against the fortress you've been living

in. A quiet queen with a heavy crown. Keeping the walls

from falling down. From the canyon floor to the southern sand. I've seen the

map of your weary hand. The peaks of salt

are a silver cage. While you're writing out a lonely page.

You fought the storm for your only son. But the war

you waged is nearly done. I've seen the miles that you want to close.

Where the ocean wind and the jasmine grows. The silence of the midnight sky