You can stay and have your voice quiet...
A reality foretold in prophecy’s of onetabulous lands of sunshine and fields of green.
Where we love and understand one.
Sunsets and gardening
we roam the lands,
flying sometimes falling
not ever quite hitting the ground hard enough for permanent damage.
Just enough to soar again.
And to know the difference.
Right from wrong, your heart knocks louder still
Beat on.. Beat on… Beat on…
Add your voice to the choir.
And be heard.