Oh, why has  the heart
of this world of spinning clay
become so wicked
and as black as the darkest night
as though no light
has ever shown upon it
and none ever will?
Oh, why is forever heard
the laugh of the haughty wicked
who seem to laugh into the face of God
with a heart all full of pride
and a soul full of evil will?
Oh, to slay the downtrodden
and heap misery upon the poor.
Oh, how it seems
that love has gone away
upon swift and silvery wings
and man like some animal
ever seeks his own way.
Oh, the green grass
and the herb has all withered
and not a leaf remains
upon a tree.
Oh, for I have searched
and no love have I found.
Oh, how the stars
that glitter high above the earth
in heaven's dome
are filled with shame
of this base spinning ball of clay.
Oh, return to me my love
and let this creation
begin its healing.
Oh, let us walk once again
through starry skies
and pass through the ocean of time
in our ship of eternity
and when the sun's cycles
have all run their course
our love shall still live
on and on.