Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.

With feathered wings I fly towards thee.

With tattered clothes.

And washed out soul.

With a life from which I faintly run.

And a heart that has been Yours since birth.

With feathered wings I fly towards thee.

With strong desire.

And a sense of fear.

With a thirst of which no stream might quench.

And an ache that seems to penetrate.

With feathered wings I fly towards thee.

Guide me safe.

Steer me home.

Lead me in.