LYRIC

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, turned 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

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