Clouds rush the cathedral of your sky
While the sun pours over the meadows of sleepy ferns
Filling the atmosphere with more air
Autumn trees are running thread bare
While he dancing birch weave their magic
Looking for answers you walk your sacred path
You are a sovereign nation unto yourself
Bearing no sorrow nor wrath
'Tis yours, 'tis yours-'tis your bounty-your wealth
Consecrated in the divine of your sacred
The light shines forth from your soul
And, i finally understand your true need
'Tis your journey to finally feel whole!
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