Where did these come from?
These words that make you feel
More far away from me?
Isolation
The only hell I see.

Give me more than meaning.
Give me more than rhyme.
Give me a feeling
From deep behind your eyes.
Honor me with a touch so light
From your soul to mine.
From your soul to mine.

Where did these come from?
These thoughts that make you feel
More far away from me?
Isolation
The only illusion I see.

Give me more than meaning.
Give me more than rhyme.
Wrap me in a melody
From your soul to mine.
Let your voice envelop me.
Your voice envelops me.
Your voice envelops me.

I remember
The sound that makes you feel
More close to me.
I surrender,
As a petal opening.

Mountains are shining
Blue as the ice,
Full of stillness and snow.
Full of stillness, below.

I will slow my gait, today.
I will slow my gait, today,
And take it all in -
Feel that stillness, below.

I am a singer
Of spirit’s song.

I am forever,
I do not die.

I sing for all things,
Through all things.

Thank you.
I hear your music.

I am here to hold me,
I am here to hold me.

I am here to see me through,
All the way through.

I am here on the desert floor,
I am here forever more.

I am where I need to be,
I am where I need to be.

I will keep on singing,
I will keep on singing
Till my soul is clear,
Till my soul is clear.

I will keep on singing,
I will keep on singing,
Until I feel my love so dear.

Until my heart is broken up
And opened, and opened.

I am smiling,
I am smiling,
With my heart, my heart.

Oh I am clear,
Oh I am clear.

My notes are a rose
I offer to you.

My notes are an ocean
I wash over you.

I am singing
For you to hear,
For you to hear
My heart.

I will sing
For you to hear,
For you to hear.
This is the sound,
Sound of my heart
Quietly singing.

Oh, have you known quiet?
Oh, have you been held
In beyond your breaking point?
Oh, then you were born to sing.
Oh, then you were born to sing.

Oh, I am the sound of your heart.

A slow-written song:

When I was young
I stumbled out upon a chasm deep and wide.
I didn’t know where it came from,
Didn’t know why.

When I was young
I could feel that I would have to pick a side.
I chose then, as I choose now,
Those who are kind.

When I was young,
My father spoke of God like a grand old love.
And when he stood in his pulpit
It felt like he was holding us.

So that was my home
Until it wasn’t
Until I saw so many kind hearts drained
In a tired charade.

When I was young
I heard stories of a healer who raged
At religion, tool of empire,
Separation game.

When I was young
We had to use this healer’s own name
To vie for power in a church
He never made.

When I was young
We fought amongst each other every day,
Trying to correct the course
Our ancestors made.

That was my home
Until it wasn’t
Until I saw so many kind hearts drained
In a tired charade.

When I was young,
Well now I find it hard to say just where I’m from.
I’m from that healer, I’m from stealing,
I’m from shame.

I am from
Destructive spirits trying to be the only one.
And I’m from searching for a
Grand old love.

I am from
The tempting beating of revolution’s drum
That can’t seem yet to stop its grasp
At domination.

I’m from that home
Until it wasn’t
Where I saw so many kind hearts drained
In a tired charade.

When I was young
I loved to look back in time
And watch for the flow of
Wisdom’s rhyme.

That’s where I found
Just how much had truly been destroyed.
That the church had built that chasm
Deep and wide.

I walked away.
Just as so many other times I’d tried.
But I remembered to bring my soul with me
This time.

I am, I am,
Across the eons,
And love has been my flesh and bones.
I am at home.

Flow out from the deepest part of me.
Oh flow, without fear.
Flow because I know that I can be
Who I am without fear.
Flow out from the deepest part of me.

Trust me now,
Trust me now,
I’m your voice,
And I come from love.
I come here to be your glue,
I come here to be so true.

Flow, flow from the
Deepest part of me.
Flow, flow.

I trust you now
To be my glue,
To be my glue.
To bring me closer
To a me and a you.