the most high I speak
calm is the wind blowing within
happy as the joyful idea calling I
hey pretty sky clouds and you
could have a word or two
I have been seeking my rhythm and rhyming my line
yet want some assistance during this time
who could ask beyond the father in me
the most high I speak inwardly too
addressing my concerns and blessing them you
I come to the altar to praise Earths view
knowing there is more I jump to score
for being upon land named Gore
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