Old memories are unfaithful things, they bind the 
strongest will 
The frightened boy I used to be, comes back to haunt me 
still. 
It's hard to be born different a stranger in you home 
To know that you may always have to face the world 
alone. 

Oh, Hawk Brother, stead fast friend; 
Cast you song upon the wind. 
With your sure and healing hand 
Draw the magic of the land. 

A boy who plays with magic powers, brings danger home 
to dwell. 
He does not have the discipline to tame his errant 
spell. 
I killed my faithless lover in- a moments blinding pain 
And sought to take my own life, so I would never kill 
again. 

Oh, Hawk Brother, stead fast friend; 
Cast you song upon the wind. 
With your sure and healing hand 
Draw the magic of the land. 

A passing Herald found me then, still bleeding almost 
dead. 
A friend of hers soon healed my wounds, and eased away 
my dread. 
In that silent vale of green my old self passed away 
And in his place a man was born, the mage you see 
today. 

Oh, Hawk Brother, stead fast friend; 
Cast you song upon the wind. 
With your sure and healing hand 
Draw the magic of the land. 

Seek magic for the comforting, it brings the week and 
poor, 
What hate destroys with bitter power, a healer may 
restore. 
I know the lore of darkness, it has touched my deepest 
heart 
But love can build a haven and give hope a place to 
start. 

Oh, Hawk Brother, stead fast friend; 
Cast you song upon the wind. 
With your sure and healing hand 
Draw the magic of the land. 

With your wise and gentle hand teach me so I 
understand.