Three To Be Seen - Damien Jurado

It’s your oldest fear

That the love you can hear will go

It’s a deafening sound

We become light on the ground, then soil

To be one with the sky

Where the souls all collide

Turn to gold

We are ready

We are stars to be seen

In the meadows we are dreams

To be free

Where we bow heads to pray

We are echoes God creates

In the shade

Where the light can’t come in

Breath comes the wind

In the tree

We are seen

We are seen

All are welcome in

All are welcome in

All are welcome in

All are welcome in