Mon Esprit est en Vol!
I wrote a poem today, and it WILL have a french version... but this is the english version, enjoy!
My spirit flies,
Into the skies,
Don't need no wings,
to set this bird free.
The new wave of Psychedelia,
makes the sky a rainbow canvas,
looking down upon all the poor souls,
hindered from flight by society.
God has given us the gift of Sight!
Us few who choose the condemned path,
we alone will see the unseen,
We alone will taste the untasted!
We will watch the sun,
moving across the rainbow sky,
The sun will take us to a higher plane,
It will show us the high way!
My Spirit Flies,
into those rainbow skies,
I don't need wings or aeroplanes,
Only the fruits of Mother Earth.
Music glides through my mind,
colours forming to every beat and rhythm,
Riding on my stream of vision,
I become one with the soul of Song.
My spirit flies,
passed cloud number nine,
Onwards to the stellar country!
Fly away, Oh, Fly Away!
Fly before me, take me up,
Bring me to the higher ground,
Place me at the gateway,
Lay me in the hands of God!
Don't need no wings or Aeroplanes,
Only the the fruits of Mother Earth.
My Spirit Flies,
Oh, ever higher in the skies.
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Now here's the part that should get some of you... i WASN'T ON ANY SORT OF SUBSTANCE when I wrote this!
My spirit flies,
Into the skies,
Don't need no wings,
to set this bird free.
The new wave of Psychedelia,
makes the sky a rainbow canvas,
looking down upon all the poor souls,
hindered from flight by society.
God has given us the gift of Sight!
Us few who choose the condemned path,
we alone will see the unseen,
We alone will taste the untasted!
We will watch the sun,
moving across the rainbow sky,
The sun will take us to a higher plane,
It will show us the high way!
My Spirit Flies,
into those rainbow skies,
I don't need wings or aeroplanes,
Only the fruits of Mother Earth.
Music glides through my mind,
colours forming to every beat and rhythm,
Riding on my stream of vision,
I become one with the soul of Song.
My spirit flies,
passed cloud number nine,
Onwards to the stellar country!
Fly away, Oh, Fly Away!
Fly before me, take me up,
Bring me to the higher ground,
Place me at the gateway,
Lay me in the hands of God!
Don't need no wings or Aeroplanes,
Only the the fruits of Mother Earth.
My Spirit Flies,
Oh, ever higher in the skies.
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Now here's the part that should get some of you... i WASN'T ON ANY SORT OF SUBSTANCE when I wrote this!