Everyone is searching for their Selves outside their selves
It is a natural attribute when We're seeking help
The living man will never Reach his purpose
By kicking down a reflective Surface
We'll feed the soul with our Hands and voices
Let spirit flow and breathe new Choices
Common ground isn't far from The eyes of limitless minds
Beginnings sometimes start at Our own projected finish lines
These wishing wells are filling Up oh, so fast
It's like a spell that chain links Us to the past
The deepened breath before These sacred noises
Releases steps to breathe new Choices