All the Love Minded Soldiers
Take a heed to relevance, the place inside of you, where we dance. One, two, three, four, open the sacred doors. We will march to the beat. We will find a sound complete. Come my Relatives who fight for love, my soldiers in the ranks. Time to fill the banks (edge of the river, shore to share).
Tell the enemies we are going home. Let the children find a place of rolling stones, where love is careful planted in the rows and all the children know when you come home. Sending letters in the air. Did you get them where you stare. We are sending you loving waves to help you come to safe. And if you have a mission upon your heart, with loving thoughts for all the arcs/arks, there will be a sunshine face, heaven on earth will be our grace.
Shine it true blue, my soldiers everywhere. Shine it true blue to find the loving chairs. We will witness a time to help the children to bind to the constellation in the sky. Where our hearts want to come down to plant the seeds of sacred sound. We jump up and down just to hear your heart pound.
Where have you gone my gentle men? Where are you now sending love instead of sin? The children beg me everyday, when will our parents come home to say, I love you this very day. So look around this world is confused. So much that is tattered in the view, the blanket of love is needed in the hues. The sky is falling and we need a great muse. So send your prayers. We will be aware. All the women are sending love in the spirituals cares. We send the prayers in the smoke. We let the blessings take the hook and reel them in, to help you carry out cleansing all that sin. And if you are born a lady near, a soldier that helps the fellow tears. Just in time to watch them grow, into soldiers who will bow.
We are the children of the sky come home. And all the soldiers of love come to this rolling stone. We rotate in the sky the sacred Mother Earth calls out and cries, we need your love today. We need soldiers who will fight the right way. We need soldiers on the victory ride, to bring home a sweet place of peace preside.
Tend the growing concerns we have. And with this knowing let us become the doves, the peaceful warriors tell us all, we bow down and have faith to fall. And when we get lost and proclaim, where is our God, who has a mighty name. We will look up and find our Father dear, the Great Spirit who leads us here. Shine forth for another day to come. And we are helping the spiritual run. Where you are tending and need a prayer, we send our love to this great cheer.
White Buffalo Calf Woman singing for you today to heal the world we got work to praise. And I know the angels in the sky, the many warriors who fly by. Let them help you where you stand in the war plain fields upon which you land. There the angels will be mighty and by your side. Just remember to pray with open eyes.
Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star drums this beat for you to find the sweet, when all the eyes seem to bow down incomplete. The war ravaging needs to end. Let us bring our boys home again. And sisters too, I know you are there, we spring a hope for you to cheer. All of our soldiers where you stare, let peace and honor come home to glare.
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We dote, kisses and hugs for all of our soldiers fighting for peace.
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!
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings from the heart of Buffalo Sister Jane Fonda
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*White Buffalo Calf Woman sings from the heart of Buffalo Sister Jane Fonda*
*Take hold my heart is overfilled. Take hold because I got to be bold. If
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