She Is

Standing on the high ground
She hears the sound
The stirring of a thousand wings

In the shadow of a cloud
She stands proud
Lifts her head and she is singing

She is lying in a field
Until the cuts are healed
Through the clouds, the sun is streaming

There is a silence there
The wind stirs her hair
Alone, feeling, thinking, dreaming

       She is a stranger
       She is a survivor
       She is our sister
       She is

Standing in a gray town
She hears the sound
The motors drone and the sirens screaming

In the chaos of a crowd
She turns around
Walks away and she is singing

       She is a stranger
       She is a survivor
       She is our sister
       She is