We are born with the flame of divinity
Embedded in the depths of our Soul
Its truth is unassailable and indelible
In it consists the awe of one and all
But the world is the grand consumer ruse
Which alloys us to false ideas
In which the deception gestates
And seductively appears
Luring us away from our true Heart's bliss
Towards a wayward, wicked path
We're nevertheless touched by apparition's kiss
Which heals us in the aftermath
    Back to life, the flame is fanned
    By caring, thoughtful, loving hand