I remember a story from long long ago
Even though it has been years since it was told
The tale still holds strong to myth and mystique
When people told it in dark corners cause they had to sneak
From shadows to shadow in whispered tones they would speak
Pagans fleeing from the Christian scourge
That sought there destruction and wished to purge
All of their beliefs from the face of the earth
And trample their children down into the dirt
I remember each word and though I am scared as well
My heart and mind demand that I tell the tale
Of the greatest lover man has ever had
Who was gentle, passionate, angry, and sad
We have forgotten she who bore us first
Scarred her flesh, polluted her blood and done much worse
Denied her existence so that instead
We could profit from her suffering and desecrate the dead.
So even as in rain she weep for us
We are lost, wicked and unjust
Thieves of life, time and wealth
We take and take to help ourselves
Plundering the world into the abyss
Forgetting what we lost and what we should miss
However even in our darkest hour
When man destroys and covets power
I can hear her silent voice as she makes her appeal
Begging her children to love not to ****
To mend the wounds that we all need to heal
And raise each other up  if we should fail or fall
So remember these words and please heed her call
We her are children united one to each other
So let’s make peace in this moment from here to forever