Saffron Whispers
2024-04-18
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Saffron Whispers
2024-04-18
Lyrics
Somebody now, bring me some peace His golden glow just outta reach Forty eight prayers to soothe our souls Ninth grade salty, the tales he told Rising high, to that other shore Amitabha's light, oh it shines for more Serenade me, with chants so old Auras of saffron, in the air they unfold Forty eight whispers, on the breeze they ride In ninth grade's passage, we find our stride Guitars wail out, to the heavens implore For Amitabha's grace, forever to soar
