There\'s no uniform or code that let\'s you know, the rhythm that runs down in my soul.
I\'ll take no orders but requests are fine, this breath is given for beating in time.
Walking this land as others did before and will do after, means our interactions are only ever footprints in the Sahara
Nothing is forgotten but everything moves on, as we all dance through this exist together spinning on the 3rd rock from sun.
Trying to hold on to harmony, peace and love we know, want and come from.