Let go of all expectations and make it up as you go along
But be sure thus create a god you astound and belong, for I am living long.
Inside my truth, there's a spark, an essence of hidden reality; it's what I see,
It's beneath the forbidden parts that only few embark upon.
The hardest thing is to open up again, so easy to shut out the ecstasy, embrace the pain.
Wrap me, hold me cling on don't let go, for I am taunting your tight caress, Healing feelings of forgotten damns.
I ask my god/goddess; guide my intuitive self to bare witness to the freeing of my soul,
Foul on me if you bloody dare, for there's no flare without fear
Future tripping, stepping out of now, takes us away from now to now
Thrown to you I offer all of thy, take me to a flight so high, that low is so far from thy.
Truth is told in the sweep of thy wings, comforting, cavorting through this space and held in thy eye.
It's so intense, because it's me GOD.
Can you hear me my GOD?
Coming, chanting, in your head I shout, whisper, please rescue my soul.
Do you hear me?
Through my damaged being, I know what I am seeing, and I still stand strong.
