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Upon birth, a seed of thought is planted And smothered in soil Until its cultivators find That they’re ready to water it,
Traveled through time, Not to pick the dime, But to only tell a story, Will it make thy glory ? If only one listens, It's not imaginary, For everything I say,
Oh sweet Love of mine there is something you should know. Before you came here, you were the ebb and flow. You knew with all your Being the gift of love and grace.
Sixth sense, a magical phenomena, a super natural phenomena, a gift bestowed upon some people by the Supreme Lord.
Faith? Wht's that supposed to be? Believing in the path she's on she thought Even as all outside of me falls It's maintaining my sight Knowing what I believe I create in my life
Slow down slow down No reason to get all worked up on this Take your time, take your time Never thought you'd be worrying over this Money's a lie, it's a lie
Never fail to notice your intuition Enduring life When it becomes chaotic Compelled to make rapid decisions My mind is gifted
I try but the words don't come For once, I'm rendered speechless
These big and strong trees Have a great tunnel like view with their evergreen leaves
Our faith is our sail Intuition the wind The life we've built for ourselves is the hull beneath our feet The world may get rough at times The seas shaky and the winds turbulent
I need answers I need prayers I need sympathy In this dying misery I need affection I need hope I need this wind to tell me which way to go So come with me now
~Countdown of Madness~