We can choose to gain insight,
For the intuition of souls
is truly you, and truly beautiful
Though haters will hate,
Accentuate the positive
eliminate the negative
watch out for mister in between.
Intuition of souls
mirrors between quiet reflection
of conversations with Sky and Earth
Send your roots deeper
Knock on the sky
And streeEtch that cramped mind
beyond fear or worry clamped onto stress
Truly you are beautiful
with hopes and dreams stored away
for winters slumber
And in your branches perhaps climbs
a living memory, a spark of life,
Sheltered by you and your life
as the Earth shelters you
and the Moon shelters the Earth
We do not know the ravages of cold psychosis
and clinical death as Mars does
Haters will hate
as sewage wilts with stink
ventilate that shit
and move on
They're a toxic product of our society
refined, concentrated, and bred
on a daily basis by houses of power,
and in the end, but a Tool.
Tools are used and discarded
They do not own their owner
Tools can ascribe moral behavior
but even the chainsaw can create waste
even the knife can cut it's owner
People are kept poor
and in keeping poor, this keep worlds simpler
If all we care about is sex, sports, and work
Do you really think we'll befriend destiny?
I know I didn't, I had help. Lotsa lotsa help.
And so worlds combine to unite against
the inheritance of war and assasination of hope
in a revolution of Love.
Persevere in your darkest night
Pray for guidance and make Peace in idle hours
For Hope springs eternal, as the birthright of Mankind
and Joy to Worlds.
And as tomorrow's tomorrows unfold
from wrapped package to present in hand
Thank God for sharing it with you,
because no other could have given it.
I bet he's wondering what you're up to.
For the intuition of souls
is truly you, and truly beautiful
Though haters will hate,
Accentuate the positive
eliminate the negative
watch out for mister in between.
Intuition of souls
mirrors between quiet reflection
of conversations with Sky and Earth
Send your roots deeper
Knock on the sky
And streeEtch that cramped mind
beyond fear or worry clamped onto stress
Truly you are beautiful
with hopes and dreams stored away
for winters slumber
And in your branches perhaps climbs
a living memory, a spark of life,
Sheltered by you and your life
as the Earth shelters you
and the Moon shelters the Earth
We do not know the ravages of cold psychosis
and clinical death as Mars does
Haters will hate
as sewage wilts with stink
ventilate that shit
and move on
They're a toxic product of our society
refined, concentrated, and bred
on a daily basis by houses of power,
and in the end, but a Tool.
Tools are used and discarded
They do not own their owner
Tools can ascribe moral behavior
but even the chainsaw can create waste
even the knife can cut it's owner
People are kept poor
and in keeping poor, this keep worlds simpler
If all we care about is sex, sports, and work
Do you really think we'll befriend destiny?
I know I didn't, I had help. Lotsa lotsa help.
And so worlds combine to unite against
the inheritance of war and assasination of hope
in a revolution of Love.
Persevere in your darkest night
Pray for guidance and make Peace in idle hours
For Hope springs eternal, as the birthright of Mankind
and Joy to Worlds.
And as tomorrow's tomorrows unfold
from wrapped package to present in hand
Thank God for sharing it with you,
because no other could have given it.
I bet he's wondering what you're up to.
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