I sway to the drumbeat,
to which you dare not move your feet.
To the rhythm of an old life,
carried on the back of strife.
Know this, and all is well;
“Cleanse the soul, and space, and home,
and wrap your arms around yourself, with love,
to know that one day soon it shall come to pass,
your heart will grow, three times as fast.
To give love to those we seek,
we must first be the love we need.”
Sing your chants of love, and repeat,
for we are one with all we seek.
Be that mountain, that stream, that glory.
Fill your heart and soul with joy.
Be free, dear Bird,
be free in flight,
and know that all things shall come to rights, in Heaven’s eyes.