
Everybody has a song to sing (or two, or three…)
Your song does not sound like mine, or his, or hers
Your song is simply divine
Won’t you sing it to me someday, sometime?
Everybody has a picture to paint (or two, or three…)
Your picture does not look like mine, or his, or hers
Your picture is just divine
Won’t you paint it for me to see someday, sometime?
Everybody has a dance to perform (or two, or three…)
Your dance does not feel like mine, or his, or hers
Your dance is so pure, divine
Won’t you dance it with me someday, sometime?
Everybody has a truth to speak (or two, or three…)
Yours truth does not sound like mine, or his, or hers
Your truth is just so divine
Won’t you speak it for me to hear someday, sometime?
In the seas of emotions
The tides give us our creativity
Amidst the chaos, confusion
Is the spark of our own divinity
Everybody has a story to tell someone (or two, or three…)
Your story does not sound the same as mine, or his, or hers
Your story is simply divine
I’d like to listen, if you’ll tell it to me someday, sometime?
Everybody has a dream to go to sleep to (or two, or three…)
Yours are not the same as mine, or his, or hers
Your dreams are just divine
I’d like to journey with you somewhere, sometime
Everybody has a heart that beats in time with love
Yours does not beat the same as mine, or his, or hers
Your heart is simply divine
Won’t you let your heart beat next to mine someday, sometime?
Everybody has a lesson to learn (or two, or three…)
Yours won’t be the same as mine, or his, or hers
Your lessons teach you to refine
Won’t you share your lessons, for mine, someday, sometime?
In the land of illusions
The ground gives us security
Beside the science, delusion
Trying to hide our own divinity
Everybody has a choice to make (or two, or three…)
Your choices are not quite like mine, or his, or hers
Your choices will be divine
Maybe you’ll choose something with me someday, sometime?
Everybody has a picture on their wall (or two, or three…)
A love once held, once yearned, now gone and not forgotten
The pictures are so divine
Won’t you show me your wall someday, sometime?
Everybody has a mother who carried them into the world
Your birth was not like mine, or his, or hers
Your mother was just divine
Remember the love of your mother someday, sometime?
Everybody has a father who sowed their seed into the world
That seed was not like mine, or his, or hers
Your father’s love was divine
Remember the love of your father someday, sometime?
In the skies of evolution
The winds give us our connectivity
Above the fear, destruction
We accept our own divinity
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(c)2015 Phoenix Amethyst ~ The Heartist
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