Composition

Carefully I tread
Not yet sure where I'm going
I don't want them to see me as a threat

My pace quickens
Steps about as light as air
Currents gently flowing
I follow you, no matter where

I keep up as you set the pace
Only when you are guiding
I'll come out of hiding

Wild as a storm or gentle as a drop
For as long as you are playing I won't stop