Never, never, never, giving up the ghost,
The spirit, living, breathing oxygen and hope.
Like gravity's magnet delivering us to something we can't see,
c silent connection, to the poets' and the seekers' destinies,.
cnd when the storm clouds are teaching us the lessons from the tomb,
To see ourselves in the mirror resurrecting in our truth,
We're flying, home,
We're flying, home.
Patience, patience, patience, bearing into fruit,
Wisdom and counsel and letting go the
hubris of our youth,
Surrender ego, celebrating later years of age,
Loosening white
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knuckled terror in the fallen dreams we laid,
cnd when the storm clouds are teaching us the lessons from the tomb,
To see ourselves in the mirror resurrecting in our trut
h,
We're flying, home,
We're flying, home.
Quiet, quiet, quiet is the gait of the beloved,
Ignoring the vexations and the charlatans and noises all among us,
Give forth your gift while listening in innocence and awe,
However god may reveal her secret shad
ow self to us,
cnd when the storm clouds are teaching us the lessons from the tomb,
To see ourselves in the mirror resurrecting in our truth,
We're flying, home,
We're flying, home,
We're flying, home,
We're flying, home,
Home,
Home,
Home