LEARNING TO LET THE LIGHT WIN

When I was young, I followed the sun 

And at night, the shadows would gather

I heard the moon singing out her song 

I stood at the mouth of the river

A child born under the sign of the sun

In the year of the water dragon 

Encountering every hour of the night

Learning to let the light win

When I was young, the monarchs would come

In the quiet days of September 

So many above, they would block out the sun 

Their wings just like flickering embers

When the songbird finds her way to spring

Having lost her last hope in the storm

Her faith is born in the depth of the night

When the last drop of sunlight is gone

Like the first flower of spring slowly opening 

Like the last breath of night before dawn

In the lost, empty miles under the desert sky

To the lonely places, I'm drawn

There are dragons that protect the river

With eyes just as bright as the sun

The only way we get to see them 

Is for all other light to be gone

A child born under the sign of the sun

In the year of the water dragon 

Encountering every hour the night

Learning to let the light win.