Maraqopa

It’s your oldest fear
That the love you can hear will go
It’s a deafening sound
We become light on the ground
Then soil
To be one with the sky
Where the souls all collide
Turn to gold
We are rain
We are rain
We are stones to be seen
In the meadows we are dreams
To be free
It’s where we bow our heads to pray
We are echoes God creates
In the shade
It’s where the light can come in
Your breath becomes the wind
In the trees
We are free
We are free
All are welcome in
All are welcome in
All are welcome in
All are welcome in