Her will be done, her kingdom come, On earth as it is in nature, blessed is her Only divine beauty. Strong her motherly Hands which hold you, in being nurtured. If only the will of what we call love Could see how we lose control, turn away, From the actual truth, because we could Have saved ourself a rainy day. But in this chaos man will learn, he can't Be something bigger than the earth, He can't defend us all from loss That has existed since the dawn of time, Always and forever in denial of his pride.