As we go…
May we reach the Big Sky day.
Fueled by sweet Honey,
And the peppers he grew.
From long before we ever knew.
For long before we ever came,
there was the wish for us,
within their love and suffering.
Stretch and be free
As you can,
And trust they held the pain
For us,
That we could be without it.
Believe you can
Touch the Big Sky Day.
For you’re beyond the small way
Of yesterday,
And tomorrow will come.
NOT FOR RANT 