Inouk - With the Birds lyrics

I took my child By the arms It gathered information Wolves, dreadful dogs Took bites of my poor baby Maybe I can traverse The other mountain And get us out of here I got three subtle choices And I'm not going back Wading my child In the bay It's learning about water Drying child off With a towel It's learning about dryness It learns coolness From the wind that blows Nudeness, from a lack of clothes And soon it will be ready To learn so many words And soon it will be able to fly With the birds Maybe I can traverse The other mountain And get us out of here