Clouds of Angels.

Within the passing hands that trace, the moments to transpire, the seconds seen in thoughts we dream will motion our desire. Within the living sands of place, in space upon our lands, upon our independence, and upon the ground that stands. Upon our travels, within time, that’s past beyond replies, beyond the moonlight in our souls, upon the morning skies. Upon the clouds, within our vision, lit beyond their space, upon the flight of angels heading fortunes we embrace.