The call/close to animal

Here in the mountains free to run.
Escaping from the prey that I had become.
When the storm clouds break I'll let it rain upon my face - my face

I hold the sand beneath my hands and I breathe.
Open my fingers and feel the cold winds take it away - bring me down and show me how to slowly fall away - away.

[The stories they told us were stolen and bound up
So out here I live close to animal]

A change of seasons brings a reason to see the constant danger of eyes asleep.
Don't think the instincts out and put the animal in a cage - cage.