Through this pain I enter healing, sorrow opens path for light, in every end there's new beginning, every new dawn comes from night. Through the whispers left unspoken, all that I can do is ask; Father Sun, my shell is open, Shower me, I've done my task. I hold myself, release the pinning, open up and let it be, every end is new beginning; surrender now and set it free.
What is my goal, what is my task, what is my path through life? Must be this trail I thread upon, bringing hope to strife ... I was born with memory of the future world, the one of love and reverie, the one that once got sold ... I cried and shrieked, a little girl, when losing sight of you, disbelief at desert land that I was to walk through. Rivers, they again will flow, skies just open roads, hearts of men again will glow, light-immersed abodes.
Here's to walking my own path. Here's to claiming my birthright, my sovereign power. Here's to walking the sacred ground. Here, to break down any walls between the self and the higher calling. May every prayer be a celebration.