Like pirates off your shores of waste

our kiss you can forget

a newborn sense of smell and taste

for things you've never met

our nose no longer knows the heel of

give it more and give it faster

our pleasures still retain their feel for honor is their master

three winds fill the sails of my sisters and my brothers

grace from beyond, scorn from behind,

and love for each other



God of all gods father of each holy one

God of all gods father of each lowly one

God of all gods like a mother to the orphaned ones

God of all gods wholly other to the broken half of me



dim memory brings the shade of lesser days around me

back before the waking, the time of my founding

dark was the heart with but its own desires

when a god will not be tamed, man will serve a liar

from the shores i saw the sails of my

sisters and my brothers

left hehind the old life, born into another



eighteen years upon these waves storm, salt, and pounding

i wouldn't trade a minute of the seeing or the doubting

alive i am in the teeth of faith, few answers i have found

but the call that brings me back to life, to it i am bound

three winds fill the sails of my sisters and my brothers

grace from beyond, scorn from behind,

and love for each other