My heart wants to beat like the wings of the birds that rise
from the lake to the trees.
My heart wants to sigh like a chime that flies
from a church on a breeze,
to laugh like a brook when it trips and falls
over stones on its way,
to sing through the night, like a lark who is learning to pray.

I go to the hills when my heart is lonely
I know I will hear what I’ve heard before.
My heart will be blessed with the sound of music
and I’ll sing once more.