My Entourage
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
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