The Language Of The Wind

i took a hammer to the altar and destroyed every image i'd made of god... threw my holy books out into the trash, my beads, and my necklace. stopped praying, stopped thinking, got up off my knees... walked out into the yard, and built a fire! i took off my clothes, and crawled on all fours. bayed at the moon, growled at a rabbit, and burst into tears when i tried to howl. took a lit branch from the fire, and threw it at the house... all i could feel was anger, hunger, and the beat... wild eyed, i collapsed, and hugged the earth... darkness, sweet darkness, wrapped her arms around... stars reappeared in the blackest sky... i rose up and shook your spirit from me! softly began to pray in the language of the wind.