When we rise up above. Clouds of diamonds glow. When we fall on down. River of sand does grow. We are all in rows. Listen to the winds that blow. My heart is billowing gold. And if you are listening to me, my heart will sing in the breeze. We are feeling this world. All together we are the filled. We are making a mansion of love for every child from above.
Listen to the winds that blow. I can feel the mighty bow. We are children of God and we need every sod. Grow inside of you, the river of life that comes true. Inside of you, we are making magic too. Listen the heart. Listen to your part. Listen to the world, then magic will begin to glow.
Listen to the clouds of love, billowing above your head. There I will send my love to cherish all that glows. We are children from the stars. We are making our holy mark. We are climbing the vine, to help all the children shine. Listen to the clouds of love. We are making it like doves. Fighting for righteousness. We are taking to the larks.
There we find a holy place in thine. We are making a mark upon this land. When we understand our hearts, we can find a way to part. All the oceans of time, are looking for us to chime. All the winds that blow . . . we can make it glow. If we put our hands together and make a stand. Together and make a stand. Together we make a stand.
Winds blow . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for Angelica Rose, eldest daughter to Aqua Sister Teresa Saluzzi. Listen to the winds that blow to hear all about the sacred rainbow, the clan of all life's dream. Together we know, connected to the throws, where the winds blow.
Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org Angel Services Around the World
Sioux Task Force and Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Jews for the Ark of the Covenant, the Rainbow Promise
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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