Gift your heart to every single beat. Feel your feet dancing in the wind sow sweet. Gift your gold inside of your fold, where the visions and dreams helps you take hold. All the roads of life appear to help us all figure out where we fall. Each plants a seed of love as they grow. Tears of stories we will groan. Come now, let us sow, these tears.
Everyone is coming to this place. Comic table hold my name. Worth is the fabric of love in our lives. We are settling, with no more strife. Get on your feet and dance. Feel the wings upon your prance. Take hold of this mission in life. It is time for us to heal our gripes. And whenever you flow, remember, you are teh spirit that knows, Remember, the sacred living glow, remember you are the one. The one who has a story unsung.
Gift your heart beat cry in the winds. All the people we are going to grin, happines. And we will reside on our plates where the circle of love is going insane. And we need more of the wolf bane, the yellow rolling hill, the time we chime, sweetness overcome, the laughter resides in everyone.
Sing me your story I want to hear. I hear the rocks and trees we are near. Feel all the people reeking and crawls. We are sending the spacial fields after all. Like the stars in the sky come tumbling the mountains make a royal sound. We are all together the spirit divine. Children of the rainbow come help us climb. Children of the Rainbow come unwind. Children of the Rainbow come to chime. Children of the Rainbow, all those colors explode.
All the passing of time. We are listening to every single chime. We are bringing it home. The people going to the sacred loom. Watch us fall down deep in the halls, where the river of life gifts us the cries. Singing our hands to divinity prayers. We gift our eyes to show Great Spirits we care. We gift our hearts away. We gift our hearts a good day.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for you to tell you a story of all that comes true. We are the people the waking of this dawn. We are leaning on everything gone wrong. Now it's time to settle on down, the garden of paradise has blissful sounds. We gift our hearts to everyone. Angels inside of each heart, inside of each part. We are children of God. Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums for all of the suns, we are together and we all form ONE.
Image: Only Love Will Win by Walk March Where The Eagle Flies
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