Between Me and My Maker - Kele

The butterfly lands on my palm

And starts to speak to me

He tells me to not think in 4's

It’s time to think in 3's

It’s a voice I recognise

As a child he spoke to me

He whispered softly through my toys

And sang into my dreams

Into the light is where I’ll go

My body is not my soul

When I die my spirit rise

Upon a cloud of gold

So nothing stands

Between me and my maker

He leads me gently to the maze

It’s as far as he will go

So I go down to underworld

To face the beast alone

There I saw infinity

Coursing through my veins

And every love I’ve ever had

And should hope to have again

Into the light is where I’ll go

My body is not my soul

When I die my spirit rise

Upon a cloud of gold

I send a prayer to the firmament

To remove what’s in my way

So nothing stands

Between me and my maker

There are times we share our thoughts

And can speak without words

Like ghosts appear in cigarette smoke

Like god as birds in flight

If I abstain from lustful thoughts

And read the sacred texts

The boy you knew is different now

He’s on another plane

Into the light is where I’ll go

My body is not my soul

When I die my spirit rise

Upon a cloud of gold

I send a prayer to the firmament

To remove what’s in my way

So nothing stands

Between me and my maker

Taste your words before you speak

Careless talk can sink a ship

The trickster pulls on magik strings

It leads a path, coincidence

Coincidence?

Coincidence?

Coincidence?

Was it all coincidence?

Coincidence?

Coincidence?