To see, to see
The light in me
The light in thee
The light in we
Divine is fine
And to wine and dine
The clouded mind will set oneself a flea
Give way, give way
To the gallant day
The perfect ones pray and play as free
As foolish as this
The forest vines do twist
And will cause the trees to sway
For the whisk of mist
And algae consumed by fish
No doubt this is all there is
To bear witness
To what cannot be missed
Is but the holy state of bliss
The damned are sacred
And that body naked
Evokes only that of truth
Because I see the sea
And it occurs to me
That God cannot be taken
So sing out loud
You project the cloud
You're ingenuity reeks
So go on shriek!
Do not head the holy speak
For Divinity echoes through your scowl