HARP OF THE GODS

If you’re mystic, come this way & play for me.

Tune your strings sharp & clear with all the  pressure I can bare.

If you’re mystic, stroke my hair, kiss my lips.

Take me to your Mother -ship. 

Rifle me with your tough grip.

Anchor me to your bright blue. 

Show  myself to me through you.

Your platinum strings ring clear and true.

Play your harp, this is your cue.

I know you’re mystic, I am too.

Let me play my harp for you.


sco kyf u tufy olyg