Anita Lipnicka - Hard Land of Wonder lyrics

In the 33rd year of her journey She hits the hard land of wonder That nothing prepared her for And the guide books go blank and quideless And the guiding lights are holes in the darkness And parachutes won't unfold It's her birthday - the candles are burning And the memories keep returning Glossy postcards from some other life She reopens her box of glory But she can only see blossoms falling How the gravity brings things down Am I the river, or am I the boat? There's swirly dark water wherever I go Am I the paper, or am I the pen Possessed and driven By some Greater Hand...? So tired of constant trying In the red eye of another day dying She sees beauty she'll never embrace Stillhaunted by phantoms of freedom She turns to the innocent wisdom Engraved in her daughter's face Am I the river, or am I the boat? There's swirly dark water wherever I go Am I the paper, or am I the pen Possessed and driven By some Greater Hand...? So, could it be love is all that matters That rough pillow of splinters and feathers No one ever can rest upon? As she follows the smell of roses Is she choosing or being chosen Moving closer or farther from home? Am I the river, or am I the boat? There's swirly dark water wherever I go Am I the paper, or am I the pen Possessed and driven By some Greater Hand...?