But I know every rock and tree and creature has a life, has a spirit, has a name.
You know your path, child, now follow it.
Sing will all the voices of the mountain, paint with all the colors of the wind
My world has changed, and so have I. I have learned to choose and I have learned to say goodbye.
How high does a sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you’ll never know.
Good-Bye is an easy word to say but try saying it to a friend. If I never knew you, I'd be safe, but half as real, never knowing I could feel.