Calvin Makenzie

Make no mistakes, my voice is clear

And thought it may a subtle threat: Mayflower, swing low, because your love has such few regrets

We cannot distinguish all of the world.

So celebrate and sing along.

It is a gift.

It's where I belong.

Straight down and to the east,

I place my hands out in from me.

We are all the crowd.

To the sweet by and by I come.

To the crowd be blessed,

I swear I won't let you choke.

You give nothing but rest and a loving hand.

I belong to the war.

I belong to your side.

I can't hold my breath but I swear I think this is the start.

That's the nature of the beast.

If we have nothing left but death, it's a clear but subtle threat.

'The south is where I lay my sword and the stage is where my heart will rest'

We are the crowd.