Let the Story be Told

Written over 2 states - during a journey of seeking I was on... Considering moving to the West coast, even though my roots were still in Boulder... Perhaps I felt the call of the ocean, of the creative subculture?... Either way, the song traveled with me - it seems no matter where I go...

We are the children
We are ancient souls
Blood of the ancestors
Let the story be told

Reveal the secrets
Sacred mysteries of old
The wisdom must be spoken
Let the stories be told

Rainbow serpent Grandmother
Aboriginal gold
The Dreamer has awoken
Let the story be told

Lay down your burdens
Release your fears
Bury the weapons
We’ve been building all these years

Turn back the veils
Look up and through the sun
Let the chain of illusion be broken
And a web of love be spun

My mama is the Goddess
Great Mother of All
My mama says awaken
Can you hear, can you hear her call?

Sacred is the mother
Sacred is the land
Sacred is her beauty
Held within our hands

Heal, heal the nations
Heal the world
Healing emanations
Heal our souls

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© Nov 1998, Eugene, OR & Dec 1998, Bay Area, CA