Come Out,Hear Creator!

Sacred prayers in the sunrise I need no steeple overhead,it is Creators path I follow.
Grandfathers deep blue skies I need open space and freedom,no one to say my prayers or lead me,my heart knows best what is needed.
Mother Earth beneath my bare feet no fancy shoes or dresses,what I need is peace and beauty not showing off of riches.
Four Winds blowing through my soul from them you keep no secrets,open honest humble prayers songs truely from the spirit.
I do not trust the men called preacers what can they tell me I can not read,what they say and what they do never seems to be the same things.
My heart hears Creators words to live simple,be respectful,offer truth then live it,speak of others kindly,walk in peace and beauty always.
Four walls only block your spirit,trap the prayers on the ceiling,sit and listen to them drone do you remember what you heard?
On my feet I will not be sleeping when I hear Creators words,come out people from those dark buildings offer prayers that will be heard!
granny!