it is in these spirits which we   reside and which we will sing our wings    have become our eyes as sharp as   the need set sail our chosen path   lies in your arms we shall know the   knowing live the living be the being   in our faith we rest in the living   in these spirits we reside and our being   is spent and we sing   how we sing   the wing has grown little seed has   become We reside in only moments small   fractures only moments in these an   ious moments of time well spent this is   our truth to our heavens to making   enemies with thunder ; sleeping with his daughter