I am not like everyone, for I am me...
Every move, every breath...
It is unique and it is my own.

My body is the house of my soul
and I have created this house
So that the soul can roam...

I have only one window
and in the window you can see...
Deep...deep into my soul.

There are branches
They brush and sway
They allow the window
To be shown, or they fall
To shut out the intrusive.

If you look at this window
If you look for the depth
You will find it...

It is like drops of ocean blue 
On desert sands...
There lies, within that blue,
The secret of my soul.

From these depths 
There sometimes flows a river...
Streaming and feeding as it falls...
Down...touching every spot
Of my window...

This river knows the hills and
It knows of each curve...
And when it reaches the edge
It falls...
Cleansing...
Renewing...
Reviving...