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Texty: Angkor Wat. Corpus Christi. Golden.


Emptiness became my house
Black cracked sight my line to life
I dreamt of angels and lightning flash
And cool, cool rain to wash my mind
Innocence seemed so far from home
I'd wish to rest in a bed of flowers
But hot black sands are where I'd lay
Bathed in the black of night
Eyes awash in a sea of starlight
The cold quick winds of God
Blow through my soul
The fable of time no longer blinds
Without body judged only by mind
I long for the life a child might know
Then Golden touch my heart becomes whole
Bathed in the black of night
Eyes awash in a sea of starlight
The cold quick winds of God
Blow through my soul
I long for the life a child might know
Then Golden touch my heart becomes whole
Now Golden light shows me angels
Golden warmth comforts my flesh
Golden words ease my mind
I'm complete with Golden time
My heart hungers for life
Flesh blood and fire
Soul contact soul thunderstorm choir
Golden soul bright
Charged with the light
Set my soul afire
With a new strength
To forge a new road
A road so much higher
Soul contact soul thunderstorm choir
Golden soul bright
Charged with the light
My heart hungers for life
Flesh blood and fire
Now I touch