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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