The call of the Great Spirit kissed my ears

Calling me home, for my tending’s there

With my head held high

homeward on, I feared

My only thought, was of her loneliness

Calling me back, to clear her emptiness

With my head held in awe

I became the word-mere

In a splash of light I was there

In the judgment chair

With the sound of waves, he declared

I ‘am fulfilling my promise,

granting you, to be a Heavens pioneer

Build somewhere,

build somewhere on Heavens frontier

Ride the horse of love, on the plains of trust

Until her reuniting day she will share with us




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