All this commotion lives in devotion, where my soul does linger in the winds. Can we feel the thunder (rainbow rails/track) the lightning (indigo, perfect soul) and the wonder of all this commotion this day. Where can we go to get reprieve all the way? Listen to the heartbeat, know it's where we start please, the waking hours of the day. And when I am sleeping holding you close for keeping, all my dreams seem so far away. But here you are, helping me to stay.
Daze is fulfillment, the glory of the world then. How come we don't understand each wave? There is so much commotion, inside of devotion, how come I can't just ride this wave? Heal my hands, to understand, glory to God shows the way. Great are you, the one inside my view, the Angel that held my hand.
Hear I stand, inside of mortal man, clinging to this world that demands. And every single lesson, seems like I must be messing, with all this commotion inside the lands. Heal them true my brotherhood. Know the glory of each inside of me. I will share the greatness, of rolling hills upon the mortal seas.
All this commotion lives inside devotion, I must be going crazy this very day. When you don't look at me, instead run away pleased, you have not seen the lesson to grieve. If you want a heartache then just remove your state (blessings will set you free), instead you find you need a place to go. Round and round in circles, you think you know the true worth, then let it out, to find a sacred place. Look at me, and run into my face. Look at me and show a radiant grace. Look at me and reach with your hands. I will hug you even in your demands.
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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!
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