Take my hand blue child,
The light awaits the flesh,
The blood hungry stones within the walls,
Mother and father cry as your walk is steep,
Mystical land, the shells scream against the shins of those worthy,
And those more than worthy to the sun, for the sun,
We belong to the rays of the circle,
Now it's your time, you ran with the jaguar, swam with the floods, controlled the ashes and danced with the earthquakes,
Earth is no longer your walk way,