living is true art baby blue

 


I call my ancestors angels to come rise with thee

its time for you and I to be

knowing creation the tides gravity moon

rising from water wave flowing free

riding high is I looking at you aside

happy to grow the image show

pretending I sow planting each seed in me

proud as my Father breathing out life sea

living is true art baby blue me you

help help as I burn words for Gods account in lieu

come down ascending up and lets go for a ride

only if you are part of my pride pretty eyes









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