blow ye wind to the heavens grace,
where to belong my soul at peace.
where scents of character,
fog the gentle hearts
where dreams of noble,
shape alast
where shape and form,
are pristine and pure.
where the hearts,
find love for sure.
where feather of dreams,
fly with wings of light,
where destiny meets,
with hearts delight.
blow ye wind to the heavens grace,
where to belongs my soul at peace.
where to belong my soul at peace.
where scents of character,
fog the gentle hearts
where dreams of noble,
shape alast
where shape and form,
are pristine and pure.
where the hearts,
find love for sure.
where feather of dreams,
fly with wings of light,
where destiny meets,
with hearts delight.
blow ye wind to the heavens grace,
where to belongs my soul at peace.
