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produced by QuaZmo
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On a journey to find lightning. Enlightening. God blessed. Heightening my perception, inviting in happiness. I wish upon the stars, to dive so deep and far in the abyss of true self, where angels are what we are. The source of true love. Butterflies in the gut. The point of no return, where you're in it, no matter what. I'm in it to hold it down. The Light fills my cup. Yeah, it's that potent, slow sippin' to lift me up. I'll stumble on this road, but love, it's my quest. Guided by my soul, drum beatin' in my chest. I'll lead, if you can follow, proceed, be my guest. But don't sleep on the purpose, we have no time for rest. Strip ourselves bare. Trade desires here, for joy that lives there. Conquering all fear. Assured that we're prepared. Persistent. We keep in gear. Living a silent prayer. Yet in still the Heavens hear.
On the wings of the night, the moon sits high and full. Waves crash to the shore. Beckoned by lunar pull. Lessons in everything, and life is the truest school. Love is the bluest dream, and also The Golden Rule. We know if we search to find, we'll find that you truly feel. Maneuvering cosmic tides. Tense as the speed builds. Surfing here side to side, connected to something real. Affected by everything. Perfected by God's will. We trust when timing's right. Those who love the night. Not to honor the dark, it just amplifies The Light. Together we will ignite. Look inward; count the cost. Choose risk; accept the loss. Manage pain like we're the boss.
In that moment we'll find. That letting go of control. Connects us with kindred minds. Links us to kindred souls. The hings we don't know. Unseen and unplanned, is shaping the state of man. It's part of The Divine Plan. Take the leap, and then atone. Rise to find you are home. Crown atop your head. It's time to assume your throne. Lessons we learned from Christ. Some burdens we bare alone. Together we find resolve. It strengthens us to the bone. Leave everything on the cross. We gain more than we've lost. Life is an amazing gift. Order from chaos. The bridge we all cross, finding peace along the way. The second we recognize it, we separate ourselves from the fray. Embody it day to day. Transformed to higher beings. Molded like soft clay. Angels rejoice and sing. Find angles in space between. To reach our wounded hearts. Repairing the very things, that lead us all so far apart. Went through the vicious cycle once, and the "end" is where it starts.
The music from the soul, knocks louder than Rock n Roll. Knock, knock.. knocking on heavens door.. Knocking on heavens door....
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