Dreammaker's Daughter

Spring was the season, the climate was mild
The blue sky, it parted, and down came a child
They called her Indiana, the wind spoke her name
She's a Dreammaker's Daughter, she'll be hard to tame

Indiana, born in the silence
Crawls through the valley, feeds on the sand
Indiana, Dreammaker's Daughter
Looks to the mountain, dreams in her hand

She says, "I will fly someday from that rocky lair,
I have this need inside me to feel wind in my hair"
The people try to tie her down, but somehow she breaks free
She's a Dreammaker's Daughter, wings on her feet

Indiana, grows in the silence
Runs through the valley, plays on the sand
Indiana, Dreammaker's Daughter
Climbs up the mountain, dreams in her hand

Blood stains the rocky path that leads to the top
She's climbed many times before but this time she won't stop
She stands at the peak and takes one last deep breath
Then the Dreammaker's Daughter leaps off the edge

Indiana, flies in the silence
Over the valley, miles from the sand
Indiana, Dreammaker's Daughter
Flies from the mountain, dreams in her hand

Indiana, calls in the silence
Walk through the valley, sleep on the sand
Indiana, calls from the mountain
You're a Dreammaker's Daughter, dreams in your hand

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