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Jun 23, 2016, 3:43:12 AM6/23/16
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Rainbow Sky in Our Eyes
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Rainbow Sky in Our Eyes

Lift it up, drink from the cup. WE are children all lapping it up. Take a bow, feel the sow. We are walking down that rainbow. Hear the colors flying by. Don't you want to feel the sky. All those colors in the wheel, making your feel. Rainbow sky in our eyes. Rainbow sky in our eyes. Rainbow sky in our eyes. One more time, we will shine.

Another sun that clouds this world. Another sun to make fulfilled. We are dreaming for a better world. We are dreaming until that day. Sun arise. Step up. Sun bow down, drink up. And in the beating of your heart. We will start to know.

Rainbow colors in the sky, watch upon my heartbeat I cry. There a billow in the sails, for me to reach the other whales (of the sea, visioning). There above the dusk to dawn, there lies a song that belongs. All the children riding free, learning to carry the breeze.

Sparkling dew, let me fly inside of you. All those colors shine on through. Making rainbows as you fly. Making rainbows at each other's eyes. We are springing forth today. Yes, we want to play, want to say. We are going to this place in paradise. We are standing tall, look at twice. All the colors sparkle in the dew.

Dreaming rainbows one and all, indigo 6 child (prophet) wants to fall, down below where the sun meets the moon, just like the crystalline flower blooms. And to see the sky above and the nature down below. We are walking on the dew. We are walking me and you.

Wishing upon rainbow(s) where angels sing. Reaching up to touch the rings. And the stars lit sky above, tells us we are, all those angels and doves. If only we could believe. Then we could also conceive. Time is memory, forth divine. Love is here make it chime.

When it is too much to bare, then we must learn to scare, the unholy dew around, saying love is the only sound. You must bless yourself clean, making sure you are angel beams. You must demand that law is love, to make rainbow calling the doves. Peaceful warriors on the way. Do you feel them you want to pray, because if you don't, they will lean on you, just to make sure you are flowing through.

Blessing the sky, where colors lie, all that stories in our eyes. We are looking for a place to play. We are looking for better rays. So I sing, to bring them home, like angels they will form. All the colors that fly in the dew, where the miracles come true.

Tell me true. Tell me blue. Tell me all about you. Tell me all your warrior cries and how you had to stay up all k/night. Then you wanted more. More and more. You wanted more, more to adore. You wanted relatives who lived next door. You wanted love to reach your shore. And if others did not understand, then you would have to take command. You would be a soldier in a mighty land, where God blooms colors in the sky. Mighty rainbows show me the way, where the treasures come to arc and play, all the fire in the dew, all the tears that make dreams come true.

And if only others knew, love is the aligned with all the clues. We needed love to pull us through. We needed others to care about our tools. And if we shared this same express, the train would be loyal at it's best. And if we could reach to the other sky, then we would sail, with our holy wails. Cry with me angels. Cry with me saints. Cry with me warriors that know the bushels weighs. And if only others heard our cry, they too would hold tears in their eyes.

Rainbow sky in our eyes. Fall asleep with angels cries. You and me, always tear, you and me, show no more fear. Love will carry us true. Love will carry in the dew. Dreams will become all that holds us close, just to carry the toast (cling, cling to the glasses that ring, clang clang, my drink in hand, a story of all the bands).

I share with you. Twin Deer Mother shines the notes, all the colors that we tote. And if only we could cry, the angels would come home. Father Red Hand on the beat, where the sound rings sow sweet. We will climb into the stars. We will bind to the colors in the yard. And at the end of the rainbow, a treasure will be born, a chest of mighty jewels for everyone.


Gifted by Alightfromwithin.org Angel Services Around the World
Sioux Task Force and Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy
Jews for the Ark of the Covenant, Holy People of the Rainbow
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