With every breath, a voice resounds,
echoes of wisdom, love unbound,
a sacred sound that fills the air,
of strength, of courage, and of prayer
Through ancient rites, the soul is crowned,
in sacred spaces, we are found,
a force that rises, pure and bright,
a magic born in sacred light
Our voices, strong, invoke the flame,
of cleansing waters, free from shame,
through chants and songs, we weave the thread,
of transformation, spirit-led
The winds embrace our sacred cry,
as healing currents flow nearby,
our strength, a river flowing deep,
awakens all from their sacred sleep
We stand as one, majestic, whole,
in ceremonies, we heal the soul,
a cleansing of the mind and heart,
where beauty reigns and worlds depart
In every step, we break the chains,
our voices rise, transcending pain,
for in our power, we are free,
a radiant, cleansing, sacred sea
Majestic magic, strong and pure,
in sacred rites, we shall endure,
through voice, through strength, through cleansing grace,
we find our home, our sacred space—
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