Singer in the Storm

A dove flies free from the prison bars
 And lights the candles with the stars
 And carries news home from afar
 She's a singer in the storm, she's a singer in the storm
 She does not fear the pouring rains that drench her to the bone
 She only fears the consequence of living all alone
 She does not mourn the lessons learned
 While falling from the sky
 She only mourns for those who turn away as they pass by
 He who joins with people's voices
 He who honors women's choices
 He who dares to cry, rejoices
 With the singer in the storm
 She does not fear the raging wind that calls her into a song
 She only fears the consequence of a forest dead and gone
 She celebrates her lover's touch, it caught her by surprise
 Still she mourns for the narrow minds who stare as they pass by
 Late in the night she hears the painter scream
 But tonight she knows it is not a dream
 Again and again recurring themes call for the singer
 To come and heal a wounded heart
 Confront an ancient lie
 To cross a fragile
 And offer hope to those to dare to try
 She who walks the unpaved road
 She who picks up half the load
 She who knows that the dove is code
 For the singer in the storm
 The dove flies free from the prison bars
 And lights the candles with the stars
 And carries news home from afar
 Are you the singer in the storm
 Let the dove fly free
 The dove is in me and she lights my way
 So I may be the singer in the storm