First-up, we try to bridge our secret separations amongst the loss and rediscovery of love:
We are matching spark and flame
Caught in endless repetition
Life for life we'll be the same
I must leave before you burn me
I am the stranger who deserts you only to love you
In another life
And then, we see the passing of souls... In the Celtic tradition, death is not an end but a door. We pass into slumber from one life, one state of being, to awaken into another. Yeah, you probably guessed it:
Lightning crashes, a new mother cries
Her placenta falls to the floor
The angel opens her eyes
The confusion sets in
Before the doctor can even close the door
Lightning crashes, an old mother dies
Her intentions fall to the floor
The angel closes her eyes
The confusion that was hers
Belongs now, to the baby down the hall
Oh now feel it comin' back again
Like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it
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