The spirit of our Heavenly Father,
Floats forever,
The air reflects the vibrations there,
Walking everywhere.
The soul be eternal perfection,
While our mind is crushed and warped,
Our bodies maybe tall and strong,
Or crippled, mangled and twisted.
The spirit of our Heavenly Father,
Floats forever,
Are we a mirror?
Can we reflect?
Do we want to?
Do we dare?
Perfection is there, it floats forever,
It is Our Heavenly Father.