i have a little dog he means the world to me
when he needs a cuddle he climbs up on my knee
he likes it when i feed him with his favorite meat
whenever he his good he gets a little treat.

he likes to have a bath the soap suds he will pop
then on to his towel he will quickly hop
i dry him very gently this he loves the best
then climbs in to his bed to take a little rest.

he is my best friend like a dog should be
i love him very much and he belongs to me

Do you remember that greater sound
on sacred ground?
I do.

we danced through the fires
made peace with the spirits
dreamt with the eagle and
became a part of the totem.

I hear them
chanting
through the nights
until the mourning
ceases,

When you’re glowing,
it means you’re growing.

The sky may not fall
But I watch it drop lower and lower
I think about horns
I think of the bull
His flesh rippling on the size of his muscles
Yellow eyed
Fire
the earthquake I can feel
Incoming
The trumpets blow
When I think about horns
I think of Gabriel
How many have set foot inside his vision
Merciful
Fair
The heavens I can feel
Incoming
He has you in his sight
Glaring you down with menace
The bull stomps the ground
The earthquakes
Angrily
Mean
The bull lowers his head
Incoming
When I think about horns
The sound of ten thousand trumpets
As the sky opens up
And light floods in
We've always talked about ascension
And we begin
Salvation

Peace

But only after the war
I think about horns
The sky may not fall
But i watch it get lower

While I discreetly
Wandered around
Looking for nobody
You quietly found me
And made me
Your somebody