leaving behind a point of origin
to travel to a distant land
not knowing what we will find
we come from the past
a new future awaits
to live life in the present
stake our claim
return triumphant
once again
leaving behind a point of origin
to travel to a distant land
not knowing what we will find
we come from the past
a new future awaits
to live life in the present
stake our claim
return triumphant
once again
Rain falls,
pitter patter on the roof.
Birds flee from the droplets
from under the trees.
The ground is sodden
as the grass becomes greener,
passing clouds wield thunder;
dreams are hidden
in a cloud of memories.
In the garden pristine
to wonder, to dream.
With expectations high;
they take off and fly,
returning once again
to where they remain.
their was a girl in Amsterdam
who was quite a fancy
and when she spoke to you
she said her name was Nancy
breaking down these stereotypes
and being a bit pricey
next door to her
they looked a little dicy
walking away I turned back
they had already retreated
the lights had gone out
and my wallet was depleted
the rain falls
pitter patter
on the tin roof
let them fall
the sound reminds me
of distant memories
my grey hair
showing through
bamboo shoots
can we dream
of something unreal
and in that reality
make our dreams come true
from the deepest oceans
to the highest mountains
may we be one
with nature’s dream
Life is made up of change,
accepting what was
and what is.
Confronting what is to come.
we are shaped, by what surrounds us.
we find reason in who supports us.
In this church
may you find peace
and return to your true nature
the spiritual awakening
brings joy to the heart
understanding the self
feeling of freedom
a dream to withhold