Guardians The guardians are magic and might Gentle giants Evergreen shelter for the lonesome soul Sink into their shade and look at your own Sin and silence, secrets and sorrow Give the guardians your burden When you’re ready to be free Sunbeams burn through shame free canopy Ask the guardians anything When you’re ready for the truth They know you Your Grandmother pressed her back to them And sang songs of you Your Grandfather pressed his hand to them And prayed prayers of you So gather your messages for the future Press them in their pages Tell futures of the love they’ll need for their dark Of how they’ll grow from the scary and difficult parts Press your back to your Grandmothers spot And let the giants know They helped you love your own well scarred bark to grow That you’re grateful for the lodges carved from their being That children play astronaut and rockstars at their knee That their great breath lulls your home to sleep Where you dream of… Great Grandmothers Great Grandfathers Future lonesome souls With legions of guardians calling them home And the giants breathe us in
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