Flying Home

Never, never, never, giving up the ghost
The spirit, living, breathing oxygen and hope

Like gravity's magnet delivering us to something we can't see
A silent connection, to the poets' and the seekers' destinies
And when the storm clouds are teaching us the lessons from the tomb
To see ourselves in the mirror resurrecting in our truth

We're flying, home
We're flying, home

Patience, patience, patience, bearing into fruit
Wisdom and counsel and letting go the hubris of our youth

Surrender ego, celebrating later years of age
Loosening white-knuckled terror in the fallen dreams we laid
And when the storm clouds are teaching us the lessons from the tomb
To see ourselves in the mirror resurrecting in our truth

We're flying, home
We're flying, home

Quiet, quiet, quiet is the gait of the beloved
Ignoring the vexations and the charlatans and noises all among us

Give forth your gift while listening in innocence and awe
However, God may reveal her secret shadow self to us
And when the storm clouds are teaching us the lessons from the tomb
To see ourselves in the mirror resurrecting in our truth

We're flying, home
We're flying, home
We're flying, home
We're flying, home

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