When it all falls away,
and it will, like white sand at my feet,
Only me standing there amid the sand castle,
My Holy angle will be there, lifting me to the top.
Gentle but firm
No attack
Throbbing
Loveingly
Fly
Free at last
When it all falls away,
and it will, like white sand at my feet,
Only me standing there amid the sand castle,
My Holy angle will be there, lifting me to the top.
Gentle but firm
No attack
Throbbing
Loveingly
Fly
Free at last