When your spirit people travel with you
They are here and they travel with me
It is not just one, there are many
Some are closer than others
Some more vocal than all the others
Ever wonder the source for your instinct?
Look no further
They watch out for you
They see what you don’t
Who are they?
Why are they here?
Ask no questions
Never doubt their intentions
From past lives that have seen much more
Connections never fully understood
Ask no questions
They have been here before
They are yours
They are you
They came before you
Now watching over you
Subtle hints without a visible source
Good decisions, bad decisions
They who sorts them out
More of one, less of the other
Next to me
In the front seat, in the back seat
They are here
They are with me
Never seen, but mysteriously heard
Voices without sound, guiding the way
An invisible map drawn from the past
Subtle landmarks along the way
They are my entourage
They are showing the way
These are my spirit people
They travel with me everyday
