"I was in many forms before I was set free I was a narrow blood-spotted sword I believe, when I was formed I was teardrops in the air I was a star-woven star I was the truth of a letter I was the tale of origins I was illuminated lanterns for a year and a half I was a bridge that spanned three-score estuaries I was a journey, I was an eagle I was a coracle on the sea I was the froth on the beer I was a droplet in a shower [of rain] I was a sword in hand I was a shield in battle I was a string in a harp a phantom for nine years foam on the waters I was a spark in the fire I was a log in the blaze I naughty but my song since I was a little child I sang in the van at the Battle of the Trees" Strangers on this road we are on We are not two; we are one into this world we're thrown Riders on the Storm