The Flight of the being healing

Hold your fingers to my frame

Know I my illness cannot name

Dance the lightening conductor

Acting like a conduit

Lift my mind and illness kind

Feel the tide of love sweep through

Is it all coming straight to you

I surrender all my being

So your healing takes my swelling

Holds my soul

And makes me whole

I can feel the love

Come dance with me

I can feel the love

Come be with me

As we fly

We two are free

Copy right Demici @ 13 July 2009 at 22:10

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