Creator of being I offer you my prayers of thanks
May my steps be steadfast and in rhythm with the pouring rain
The spirit of morning comes to call
Steady and ready to face the new dawn
Equipped with the tools to weather the storm
The colors of the season reflect upon the path we will travel today
The sky the earth, the earth the sky
Keep your bearings by keeping your sights on the horizon
This day shall pass and the storms we face shall join it
The ship of dreams will enter its port
There is no fee to ride this sea
There's always room for all to board
To sail the skies by the light of the stars
free from the worries that represent the bars
That imprison the spirit, the mind and hearts
Upon the earth we will no longer be, but passengers on the ship that sails the cosmic sea
May the waters of the day stay calm and negotiable
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