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Vision Quest
A vision quest, to find my soul,
with the great spirits I will stroll;
all my secrets I have confessed,
to find my soul ... a vision quest.
The green woodlands, waiting for me,
I find strength in each spirit tree;
to heal I must journey badlands,
waiting for me ... the green woodlands.
I hear water, I hear the birds,
oh, shine courage on this lost girl;
falling softly the rainwater,
I hear the birds ... I hear water.
I am flying, on feathered wings,
peacefulness in my soul now clings;
and with sweet joy, I am crying,
on feathered wings ... I am flying.
Copyright ©
Constance La France
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