Charlene Sings to Know the Breeze, the Song of the Heavenly Steves(crowns or kinsmen). And singing in the days of long, the purification that gets us home!
Aho Thunder Woman,
a little prayer for you.
White Buffalo Calf Woman
I gift my love to set you free upon the sailing and the breeze. Push me up to the seven seas, where I can gift my heart to thee. I know it's up and over to seas (vision with my heart), but I got to know the heart of me, the place inside the place I seek, it's heavenly meek I meet/greet.
There upon a sailing wave, I know it's thunder (rainbow) that will save my day. I will beseech you to know your name, the hallow and the fame (thine greatness in all beings, divine that shines). The greatest wretch has got fools to rely on and we are not just a smarting (stinging) post. We are the greatest healers in the world, the fool who knows how to peel, each layer down after reel (movies are shown over and over again, until love is known).
We jump into a sea of faith in order for us to know our grace. The days I am upon this hill, I look down to find the valley full, but what do I see, but a raging sea, where all my relatives are bare/bear, stars waiting to reappear, to be set free!
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for Thunder Woman
Aho Thunder Woman,
a little prayer for you.
White Buffalo Calf Woman
I gift my love to set you free upon the sailing and the breeze. Push me up to the seven seas, where I can gift my heart to thee. I know it's up and over to seas (vision with my heart), but I got to know the heart of me, the place inside the place I seek, it's heavenly meek I meet/greet.
There upon a sailing wave, I know it's thunder (rainbow) that will save my day. I will beseech you to know your name, the hallow and the fame (thine greatness in all beings, divine that shines). The greatest wretch has got fools to rely on and we are not just a smarting (stinging) post. We are the greatest healers in the world, the fool who knows how to peel, each layer down after reel (movies are shown over and over again, until love is known).
We jump into a sea of faith in order for us to know our grace. The days I am upon this hill, I look down to find the valley full, but what do I see, but a raging sea, where all my relatives are bare/bear, stars waiting to reappear, to be set free!
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for Thunder Woman
