Maraqopa - Damien Jurado

It’s your oldest fear

That the love you can hear will go

It’s a deafening sound

We become light on the ground

Then soil

To be one with the sky

Where the souls all collide

Turn to gold

We are rain

We are rain

We are stones to be seen

In the meadows we are dreams

To be free

It’s where we bow our heads to pray

We are echoes God creates

In the shade

It’s where the light can come in

Your breath becomes the wind

In the trees

We are free

We are free

All are welcome in

All are welcome in

All are welcome in

All are welcome in