Story of my birth

Standing by a dark blue ocean, soon my tears will touch the earth. Twisted tree of pain and shame, so was the story of my birth. Then a voice flies through the darkness, great white bird who's heard my worst. "Now," she cries, "it's time you told a truer story of your birth." "YOUR FATHER WAS THE LIGHTENING. YOUR MOTHER WAS THE SEA. THE EARTH, SHE WAS YOUR CRADLE. THE WIND, HE SANG YOU FREE." "No," I scream, to so much beauty, shame in me so well-rehearsed. "Yes," the winged one still cries, "the spark you are was beauty first." With her claws upon my shoulder, soon I start to feel my worth. Wonderstruck, I try to sing a truer story of my birth. MY FATHER WAS THE LIGHTENING. MY MOTHER WAS THE SEA. THE EARTH, SHE WAS MY CRADLE. THE WIND, HE SANG ME FREE. Now the wind is roaring 'round me, standing strong on sacred earth. Stretching, healing, feeling more our ancient, swirling universe. As I throw my arms to heaven, down to sea a lightening burst. With a flash I am reborn - so is the story of my birth. MY FATHER IS THE LIGHTENING. MY MOTHER IS THE SEA. THE EARTH, SHE IS MY CRADLE. THE WIND, HE SINGS ME FREE, YES... [REPEAT]