Swifts

Swifts are darting through the skies,
Wind is sighing, full of cries.
You thirst for love, it's true —
It makes you reckless too.

Like a young swift in the sky,
Ready for your first flight high,
You adore all life you see,
You accept it, wild and free!

You believe the world is made
Of joy and flights through sunlit shade.
You don’t yet know the part
Where sorrow lives in love’s heart.

To love is to brave the storm!
To love is to taste love’s harm!
To love is to pay the price!
To love is to sacrifice!

You will love, you will lose,
And in losing, you will bruise.
The deeper your love has burned,
The deeper the sea you’ll learn —
A sea of grief you'll see,
That will drown your soul and thee!

To love is to brave the storm!
To love is to taste love’s harm!
To love is to pay the price!
To love is to sacrifice!

Birds must find the courage first
If they're flying from the nest.
People need that courage too,
Just to dare to love what's true.

Knowing what the cost may be,
Still prepared to meet the fee,
Still we soar into the sky,
Still we dare to love and try!

To love is to brave the storm!
To love is to taste love’s harm!
To love is to pay the price!
To love is to sacrifice!

Folk, malorca, reggae, arabic afrobeat, male