DESCRIPTION:
The Quickening

Music: Don Tackett and Kevin Dyehouse
Lyrics: Kevin Dyehouse

Pure of thought and pure of mind,
Doesn't happen all the time.
Pure of soul it seems to be,
such a rare commodity.
When the gift is given down,
It's time to spread it all around.
Give the keys to those that need,
I save my own humanity..

Confidence is so hard to find,
See it happen all the time,
Seems were all just searching for some piece of mind,
See it happen all the time..

the Clouds of Doubt can hang so low,
Making the quickening oh so slow,
When dirty thoughts come seeping in,
It's time to change my head again,
Cause' there is hope for those that want,
To cast away these masks and fronts,
Give the keys so they can see,
They save their own humanity..

Confidence is so hard to find,
See it happen all the time,
Seems were all just searching for some piece of mind,
See it happen all the time..

Confidence is so hard to find,
See it happen all the time,
Seems were all just searching for some piece of mind,
See it happen all the time..