They all are in some way or another
they all are looking for god
a dime and a buck will get you there
to the pavement of some unkind city

And there you will lay
spitting blood, asking how in the hell did you get here
with neon seeds falling upon your head
with white doves pecking at your hair

That's when you will see her
her in all her glorious might
the mother of the rains of life
the mother of your all

See how she rains tears
she is trying to wake you up
get up, please you must get up
are you not looking for God

God is a child
pure and ancient
the cradle of love
and the bringer of wars

She is the mind maker
a gorgeous time changer
a master of wisdom profound
you need look no longer, when she is found

By Christos Aandreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris