Seven times seven,
Mojo good to go.
All of the candles
Lit in a row.
White flakes
of Angel dust,
what do they say...
Let it snow let it snow.
Seasons come
and seasons go.
This one
is a tip of the hat,
A come in from the cold.
Another year gone,
the next is new.
What may be
let it be,
Glittering in Gold
Take the Vibe,
A day when fear
is on hold,
to leave
full and total
Peace of the Soul.