My hands are soft My heart yields the breeze of morning brushes the hair from my face. I reach out for you with humble grace Do you hear me?
No noise can call in with any force that which is meant for us this cosmic dance is a movement of steps, a flow we resist and trip over our own feet.
I offer my hand to be pulled up again Teach me, teach me how to dance Great Spirit Shine your light that I may be buoyant and free from these chains
Let me spread these wings and learn to fly. Not fly away, just above it all to get a bird's eye view of life understand the bigger picture where the messy moments become so clear.
Give me breathing space so I may drink of your sacred waters, receive all being offered fully No pain is for nothing No pleasure is permanent. Rise above, rise above.
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