Return again, return again,
Return to the land of your soul.
Return again, return again,
Return to the land of your soul.
Return to what you are.
Return to who you are.
Return to where you are,
Born and reborn again.
Return again, return again, Return to what you are.
Wearing my long wing feathers as I fly,
There is a Secret One inside, (also try using “sacred” for “secret”)
Where we live is holy, holy is the ground. Holy, Holy, Holy,
We can rise with the fire of freedom, |
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