Can we tear walls down, to build them again? And I would sing glory hallelujah, to all that is spring. Hoping for showers, that bring our hearts together. Living and loving is all we need to be. And what could be better than birds in the Spring, when they bring new birth and chicks to sing to us again. I know it's not easy to give love in this day, but we could be joyous if we all learned to be this way. And my heart does slumber in the land of much love, because my heart bleeds for all the good children from above.
We are the next generation the next place to hide. The next place to come out and share all of our hides (share our stories). And when we share our stories and when we share all that we do, we bring God the fortune of being good children inside. Can we muster up the strength to be this way in a world, where so many don't know love but instead only know gloves. We don't hold each other or protect the very wind, sow plant the seeds of love again, and take off those gloves.
We need to touch each other, we need to be again, the brotherhood of justice in all and everything. And I can grow inside of you, the dream that is coming home, when we learn about kingdoms of love that does reign. I will hold you and show you the way home this day. I will bless you and keep you in my heart for always. And when those forget the sacred trees that do last, I will come and bless the new world for it to last and last.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for the heart of Doris, she puts a spell on you, come home, come home!
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