With every leaf a lifetime,
With every crown a thorn,
With every riddle, movement,
Even if be forlorn,
So what you do is movement,
Even if looks like play,
And every moment matters,
No matter what they say.
So move in tempest, darling,
Move in peace and war,
Move in rhythmic movement,
Move upon the floor,
Crawl into the ceiling,
Hide and sit with clay,
No matter what you do,
Live another day.