The time has come to put away fears.

Breathe in the timeless element and expand.

Your purpose has come, no more tears.

Soul song sings, stretch out your hand.

 

When I speak to you of feathers,

I’ll mention the honor of flight.

To hold the grand promise of treasures,

One must break through with all her might.

 

To set your sights within is to deliver,

A reception will follow, that’s the law.

You bid on this world, do not quiver,

To give is to receive, there is no flaw.

 

The soul loves the music of harmony,

It flies with the song of balance,

It can’t be roped with money,

It’s singing is one of free lance.