tall tree
Turn and face the west
Oh [bad word] with the wind
On high cliff top
We're waiting with the rest
For this journey to begin

 [bad word] 
These broken wings won't fly
These broken wings won't fly
These broken wings won't fly at all

And oh, how we laugh
But maybe we should crawl
And ask to be excused
We shout loudly
Have answers to it all
Oh, but we have been refused

 [bad word] 

Girl Child
You're dancing with the stream
Growing with the silver trees
Your young questions
You ask me what it means
Oh, but I am not at ease