Words are boiling like volcano within me but I’m not sure the world is ready to listen

Ideas run faster than the wind within the walls of my mind ready to reshape the mountains

Call the old and the young, the simple an the wise to listen to the wisdom of the ancient

Tell the how the stars were formed and how the streams were charted

 

Sing to them the songs that birthed the lonely mountains

Tell them where the snowflakes are stored and where the wind lay it bed

Teach them the language of the thunder and the tongue of the sea

Show them the mystery hidden in eyes of a baby, the true definition of love

Lead them to the path of light kept from them because if their unworthiness

Lead them to the balcony of Angels, where the reside before time was formed

Open their heart to the mystery behind Death, for she’s far from what they think

There is a far greater light after this darkness


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