Open Sky کے بول

Fragrance of spring Softly floating Through the air Washing over me I hold the chalice The grail of renewal Deep within my own heart Gently I rise Into the open sky I am not losing my ground this time Freedom is sweet As my own blessing I found peace Now that my system can breathe I see the future Open before me Do I have what it takes? Gently I rise Into the open sky I am not losing my ground this time Seasons of time opening up my eyes Gently I rise Into the open sky I am not losing my ground this time