Or something else that keeps us alive.
When I was just a baby, she gave me to the Alps.
And on my 18th Birthday, he gave me back my name.
I didn't wanna go to Canada, with them.
Thought one of us there wouldn't survive.
It must have been the Holy Spirit then. That guided as and kept us alive.
It must have been the Holy Spirits then. Or something else that keeps us alive.