The pearly gates wideopen
bang goes the drum,
Ring is the fever of the pitch
The bell becons me home
Standing at the face of the dust covered elders
Our wispers sing into decades unbound
Winding up the gentle moss
The northern prayer echoes
Mighty drums mighty lungs
We howl and we yelp from our remembered chambers
Sketching our way thru the vivid lansdscapes
We pause, we sit we see
Breath in the great mother
For her arms await our hurried Souls
Cracking pine rustling trees
We look in awe toward the stars
Today comes another dawn
Tonight brings a golden sunrise
For creator within writes home

we will know them by their fruit
when it comes
we will know our places
we will hear the bells ringing
we will adore those who waited
we will praise those who carved the path
those who cut the rocks and sheared the lines
those who walked the path and stirred from beyond
we will ignite the lantern
the path will be lit
we will
we will
we will
from our loudest cloud cloaked hilltops
the mountains will sweat
the elders will growl
the lights will be bright
we will
we will
we will
poetic justice prevails
the thunder will reign
the elements will represent
the justices will hammer
the voices will be claimed
the fabric of a trillion stars echoing their light from beyond
we wish and we will
sing the song of mercy
the great spirit abides
thy will be done
on earth as it is within