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