Born into clouds
Bursting with sight
All that surrounds me seems to, have lost, it's fear, of flight
As the ether churns, it's churning with might gathered from what is holy and right
As the ether churns, it's churning with might gathered from what is holy and right
The spirits grow hungry
Hungry from loss of a life that's been seen
Keeping us from a dream
Not thought to be living but has always been shining with gleam
That's when you'll feel the beauty seen
Light shines the shadow of lies in my dream
Not the conclusion as I have believed
The cry that calls to be free