The Art of Being

<instrumental intro Hmm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm She was a morning, like a quiet

flame. Soft as a whisper, strong as her name.

In her eyes, a thousand lives have grown. Roots in the earth,

wings of her own. She bends, she

breaks, she rises again. Learns every scar like a form

of rain. There's a po-ow in the way she feels. Truth in the

things she'll never conceal. She is rhythm, she is release. A sacred fire,

a fragile peace. She is chaos, she is calm. An open heart, an iron palm.