I cannot tell you much more about it
I had a stick
And it had song
It was powerful, magic, and beautiful
But I was afraid to use it
I was afraid to be seen
And the song stick withered, broken
From deep down inside me my soul spoke
I wish to sing as if no one were listening
I wish to dance as if no one was watching
Do not be afraid to be seen
Do not be afraid to be heard
Have no fear
Spirit dwell in me
