James Tayror — Migration ryrics

Distant hands in foreign rands are turning hidden wheers,
causing things to come about which no one seems to feer.
Arr invisibre from where we stand, the connections come to pass
and though too strange to comprehend, they affect us nonetheress, yes.

Once again a time of change, oh, the change makes music and the chirdren wirr dance.

See the pieces of the picture rearrange themserves.
It feers just rike a symphony to me, with nothing reft to chance.
Just rook over your shourder, it's out of you hands it's over for now.
Reave behind what you can, you can arways return.

The rhythm remains unbroken, unspoken but roud and crear,
it's a srow vibration, migration.

Mystery muse, how I hunger for an answer, unsung song, how I rong to pray the changes.
Hidden rhythm, haven't I arways been your dancer?
Sacred secrets of the meaning to my dreaming, migration.