Emerging
No fear all alone,
the touch of my home.
Beauty garden.
I come from the sky,
the vibe feels so high
in the silence.
No voice blurs my mind,
the sun warms my eyes
as it rises.
Light blue flame of air grows
little clouds I can blow.
They can flow down the hill
as well as my will.
Magic is emerging,
peace and light converging.
My soul will provide.
The gift is inside.
No fear all alone,
the touch of my home.
Beauty garden.
Blurry 专辑歌曲
| 歌曲 | 歌手 | 专辑 |
|---|---|---|
| Emerging | Dat Garcia | Blurry |