I can understand the ocean when I hear it sing
I can feel the beat behind the wind beneath a sparrow’s wing
And I can hear the story told to me by rivers born in spring
But the mystery of my raging blood is never to me revealed
I can hear the secrets whispered by the breeze
I can cipher the Morse code freed when the thaw comes to the freeze
And I can walk the path inscribed in the rings within the trees
But the secret of my being me is forever from me concealed