They whisper of love To the moon and back But they don't know real love It's something that they lack
As they stand on the roof Watching the sky change They mimic standing aloof Trying to find the normal in the strange
She turned to him as if to say The people have lost their way They need to be reminded without delay Of where their hearts should stay
The shaman sings a spirit song To heal from what feels wrong It might seem that it takes too long But it takes us back to where we belong
It may seem out of fashion But we all need compassion There's a glimmer of hope in song It takes us back to right from being wrong
She turned to him as if to say The people have lost their way They need to be reminded without delay Of where their hearts should stay
Music has a healing power That fills the night at the latest hours We sing each other's spirit songs Knowing this is where we belong
People gather round to understand Lessons learned from first people of this land A wounded world needs it's thunder song We need to make our right from this wrong
She turned to him as if to say The people have lost their way They need to be reminded without delay Of where their hearts should stay
We need something everyone can hear To stand together, loving without fear Music can heal in its tender symphony If we listen with hearts of empathy
Our thunder song takes shape together Harmonized as we find things better Our medicine helps hearts to change One beat at a time, our world can rearrange
She turned to him as if to say The people have lost their way They need to be reminded without delay Of where their hearts should stay
(c) November 8, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along