A shaman's touch

In order to bring back memories

Of the purest days,

Sometimes we have to cross borders, choose rarities,

Finding it hard to exhale.

 

In order to feel unique and treasured,

Looking for harmony immeasured,

We call upon the sunrise through silence,

We create the opportunity to feel highly

And reveal the finest intentions.

 

Like a dove's feather,

Like a sundown by the river,

Like a long tether,

Complicated is the life of a believer,

 

And you keep obfuscating

The heart which may be broken or hurt,

But you've stopped manipulating

And playing around with words.

 

In order to feel unique and treasured,

Looking for harmony immeasured,

We call upon the sunrise through silence,

We create the opportunity to feel highly

And reveal the finest intentions.