Here I sing with you. My heart is shattered blue (destruction of the old to bring in the new). My soul is coming home to you, if you will receive my love. Where art thou love that's lost? Where art thou sent your soul? Where art thou if you don't know? We can be true. If we remember to sing. If we remember to bring. If we remember the sun, the holy lofty rungs (steps of evolution). The soul does want to fly over the righteous skies. To find the soul again, lost in love's bliss and wind. We are the swollen face, where tears do make a trace (a river that flows).Come hold my hands. I do know the way. I do know what you say. How? I am here holding you. I am singing true. When I am near you. How can I know the way? All I need to do is pray? My love will carry us through, with song and sun rays. Just bow and sing to thee, let your heart find liberty. Bring worship on our knees, to bring us devoted leaves (relatives of the rainbow). Can we find hope again, when we find love in the winds. Where we sing harmony, when we learn to praise (everything).
Shoulder my tears this day, to help me find my way. Know I will be there for you, when you need to pray. Things always seem so hard, when we are weathered in the yard, but souls will find it's way, home to heaven's play. We can rise up to find, the heart of open himes (tones, daughters of a monarch or a beautiful female, in other words, heavenly soul that sings), the director of my destiny, it's what I bring. Seek child, for heaven's bliss, the heart of those with the royal kiss (true bleu, freedom style). We are the place we sing, if we hold hands. And when we are really sad, we must be sure to stay mad (make changes, roll over), to ensure that love comes home, inside your heart. And if we lean on love, we stand upright and proud. We walk away from none who fear, but hold their hands to stay and learn.
Can't find the hope we need, then bow down to your enemies, you will find destiny in their eyes set free. It's longing to and fro, the heavenly sea and trove (trees representing each perfection of the rainbow, our relatives united in arms, together), where all the battle scars show our superceded (take the place or move into the position of) fame. We can welcome all our hopes, when we dream of love and it's scope, to die for (serving) the race of men (mankind's journey), will lead us home.
White Buffalo Calf Woman and Cup of God sing together, in perfect weather, to share a heart of gold, to be fulfilled. Sh va, the suns of men, who gather to show the sines of heaven's destiny, rainbow colors shine!
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