Song Sung for the Clouds in the Sky!

*•♫♪♥♪♫•* (lips that kiss the sky)
Song Sung for the Clouds in the Sky!
 
Here we call upon the clouds, the magic of the butterflies.  We are part of you and I, the magical mystical carpet ride.  There beyond the call of blue, the sky that bellows oh so true.  I say, "My heart longs to be heard, let's go for a magical carpet ride, for sure." We the azure, know the spoken words only count if we are heard.  And if the calling doesn't quake, then how can you hear, for goodness sakes.

Reach for the heart, that's pure, the reflection of all that's azure and true.  The heart, that is mighty and the whims of all that's longing in the wind.  Take my hand, and we'll be sure, to bellow the heart of those who are heard.  The migration is coming home real soon, just hold on to those who go real boom (lifts you up into the sky). Lift your hands and seek for them, those who know of all the whims.  And if we are part of this mystery ride, then halo my heart, and bee real proud.

I know it's the sky, that longs to be heard.  That's where our hearts feel and hurt.  And when my tears, come down real fast, then a river is going to last and last.  It's the torrents, we do swim.  The many streams that blow in the wind. And if we look upon the hills, the slopes they tell us we endure.  And with the calling of the wind, we come home to the heart of mim (primly, quite, shy, demure or echoic of sound made with pursed lips, a calling for love, the star-heavenly of the sea-earthly, the sound of the stream).  There we worship all that's true, the sky, the heavens, that longs in you.

We are the many who come to greet, the heaven and earth, the place we meet.   There in the clouds, above below, we seek guidance to the great big show.  And if the clouds turn gray today, then we know heaven is on it's way, to purify our wiles, and sins away, with loving tears, that endure the days.  Yesterday and tomorrow bring, but today we know of the purification play, the rainbow that falters to the sky, to show us songs of lullabies.

Come till the stories we do claim, of past and future we do gain.  And what's more, we are eternal beings, that show us how to always swim.  And there we have it, inside our hearts, the shores of delight and shores we do part, but one thing in common is we both endure, to know the feelings of a great new shore.  The many rainbows, the many songs, that show us, lead us how to get along.  And when it's all done and ancestors speak, they tell us truly, how great we are.  The children of God know so much inside, if only they learn to fly the magical carpet ride.

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother

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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!