Our ways

You're a fish of your sea
And there is no place for me
there's no air for my lungs
and no word for my tongue

Ther's no path for my feet
I am not what you need
I am cat of my land
Made of snow and of sand..

Even one little scent
I can't leave in you life
Just as you also can't
Leave a footstep on mine..

So let's make our ways
Toward what we can reach
On my land no footsteps
Under waters no speach