I Want To Know My Face

Your heart song gift Holiness Flying Bird who spills in the wind. Charles Chipps, a Lakota Elder whom has a pure heart because he does his daily prayers!

Take me away. Take me away again. Let me know the wind again. Let me fly free again. I want to know my face. I want to know the wind. I want to be the gain of all that Heaven has sent. Will there be rain again? How can I spend my time, when all the children cry? When will it end? My heart knows it a day, of suffering and knowing the way, to resolve differences to begin to dance again.

I will be with you to know, that God has sent you to show, the heart of everyone, is here with me, (a glow) and I will make the final plea. Where is the Great Spirits today? I have looked for them always. And I want to know them again, if I could only feel them in the wind. What can I do to set them free? Where must I go to know the flow? How will my heart dream again, if I can't even feel the wind? But I know and trust that some day, you will come to greet me in the Sun. And I wish for all the blessings that do come, when my face is glistening in the Sun rays.

Where do I go, when Brotherhood seems dead and my Sisters all go there to hide. And they can't find a way to communicate, because they're all so full of their hate. And I know it's all part of the show, the sacred rainbow that has it's glow. I tell you, just let the sunshine within, so I may again begin to dream again.

When will you send the one you chose to be, the true love of all the beloved sea, the white calf who comes to save the day, when my heart leaps into all complete. And I wish my family could only know, how important it is to love the show. The many hearts who leave us to overcome, just get lost and miss the entire mark.

(Everything will be alright, your relative is coming home, tears do flow for me to know, how great your heart can show the flow!)

Now the days are as long as the nights, and I wonder about all this plight. How can we sustain this way anymore, if we just give up and stop the explore. When will they see, the sacred breeze? And why don't they trust the ceremonies? What must I do to overcome my few, who do not know, the way of glow? And in this day, when I do rise, the sun greets me to satisfy, the light within, to feel the show, even if it's just one blow. And I choose to be the wind, and come home to live again. My heaven's door, let me in. I want to go home to heaven sent.

The nights grow weary with all this pain and I have to save all the children. They send me blankets full of sin, and make me live in places that are grim. What must we do, to find the way, to love that's here inside my heart? I know it's there, the love inside, but I wish I could be satisfied. My heart breaks each day I walk among the children who have no heart, yet they are my beloved leaves (relatives on the sacred tree) who come home with me, in this disease. How will the Great Spirits cleanse the earth, while I am walking and talking girth, the womb inside of her heart, our Mother Earth, she needs our heart.

Where do the whipper willow's bloom? How can I come home to you so soon? I know there is much for me to do this day, but who will come to save the way? My heart dreams of love, that comes today, to open the sky, to find a better way. I know that God, will send her home, to us the ones, you call the throne (ordained in the western horizon). My heart please don't let me get lost, inside the darkness that is not pure. I will bless all to come my way, even evil in the day. But if we must walk this way, let my heart heal my sons again. I want to open the doors for them, if I could only feel the wind.

sung by white buffalo calf woman, your twin deer mother
thank you for your love to the world.
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