Jane, it's time to come down the mountainside, though it's given you peace
to carry all your whispered wisdom and walk in that way that is yours

Jane you shook with life, old ways thrown by the roadside
born anew, in your palm, I will hold this hand till the break of time
till the break of time

Jane your mirroring grows with
every step your footprints become my own
dance, with flowers in hand,
the other holding the moon —
walk the cliff, for trust is might
here be named, innocence is leading
eyes of old now broke from spell
let them rise before you
aim your bow, all chords unbound
here be changed, bravery is kneeling
let your rains fall to the ground
feed the life that holds you

Jane, it's time to come down the mountainside, though it's given you peace
to carry all your whispered wisdom and walk in that way that is yours