Our dreams are finally coming through
But we're the one's to make them true
And you know what to do
Just stand and speak your truth
Our dreams are finally coming through
But we're the one's to make them true
And you know what to do
Just stand and speak your truth
Be bright, be warm
We'll ride the storm
I know these times are bleeding
I know you think of leaving
Be healed, be whole
This wheel will roll
I know there is a season
A time, a rhyme, a reason
Be held, aw hell
Our dreams are finally coming through
But we're the one's to make them true
And you know what to do
Just stand and speak your truth
And you know what to do
Just stand and speak your truth
Be held, behold:
The shell will fold
I know the sky is clearing
I know the end is nearing
Get low, stay broad
Get high, be God
Oh lord...
In the garden of an old nightmare
Far down at the start of fright we'll dare
Stillness like water still floats up above
And the great turning's love's labor of love
In the forest of my memories
Glows a Will-o-the-Wisp between the trees
And don't try to hold or slow it or stall it
If it's not magic, then what do you call it?
If it's not magic, then what do you call it?
If it's not magic, then what do you call it?
I want it, I'm called in
I'm all in, I'm fallen
I called in, I'm all in
I'm fallen, I'm called in