A child, to young to ever know
To walk in the Right.
To walk with a Fistful of Love
and a pocket full of Divinity through lifes
Path.
Most learn this all to late and all to well,
That Hate was never the way to walk, or the way to see, or the way to act.

On a battle field Red as a soviet
you learn to give peace a chance, While the world is Cold
Your to old to be told
something you knew at birth
but slowly forgot in the stream of time,
Indoctrination fills your head and replaces all the love and light with Their love and light.
You walk their path now
You play their game
by their rules.
And all you'll ever know
is what they teach.
But your heart knows better.
Your heart knows right
And lives only because of the fact that it knows,
truth is given to us all in our time, in our turn.
and it feeds off this truth, heaven sent, like a starved infant whose belly is sore.
This truth is given to those that fall to their knees in real, potent supplication.
This truth is Your truth
and its seal is Gods.
And by this shall you know how to walk in the right.