Yesterday's Story Tells Me to Run, Greetings to the Awesome Sun!

White Buffalo Calf Woman White Buffalo Calf Woman sings, the heart of always coming to spring (forth). Here I come to run under the sun, dreaming screaming, the sun does goes on. I am pulling the plow to know the way, the storage of yesterday. I am the soul, who runs and plays, because I struggle for always. Take me to the land of love, where there is understanding of the doves. Let peace foretell the path of love, where I will be the standing on the law of love. There inside, I will be proud, my heart will bee going ever so mad, but inside my madness, I do claim, the heart of those, who came yesterday. My heart is going round and round, and I will know the living miles. I dream and sleep upon these shores, so I can know even more. 

Come and rescue me this day, the soul does long for yesterday. But now my flesh, pulls me towards the sun, where I must open all the halls of the lungs. I breath, to know the law of love. I breath to know of yesterday. My ancestors long to bee my heart, to show me a way, to live my part. Bee (the impossible dream) sacred. Give a way. Live my song of yesterday. Hold on. Give me the song, there I will know what is right and wrong. There I am, standing on the day, when I will be the heart of all the laws. Yesterday, leads me into a new time, where all will be a riding time. Over the rolling hills, and into the sun. I go to you, to be higher than the sun. And soon my madness shall turn to the world, to know I am the star, that left this earth. And now I come home from yesterday, to bee (the impossible dream) the heart of always.

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Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!