In the springtime of that dark year of grief and loss,
The light of the Beloved glowed over the world’s soul,
Over the world’s soul,

The darker days of judgement will fade away,
Hate’s darkness will cease to be,
Will cease to be,

The songs of compassion will be heard again,
Our souls shall twinkle in the days of light,
In the days of light.

In this world they shall hurl jagged rocks,
And they shall fire the bullets of hate,

But look,
And behold,

She turns the rocks into soft reclining seats,
And the hate she turns into the light of love.

Seasons of the Beloved's eternal light,
Glowing after the storms of existence,

No man made bullet shall dim the unity,
No man made pain shall dim the joy,

Step out into the landscapes of healing,
And dance to the sweet lyric of humanity.

O, my Lord of the Worlds,
Wash away the media’s inky suspicion and division,

Our world lost peaceful souls at prayer,
Plucked by a poisonous worshipper of hate,

Bring us the dance of light and unity,
Let our days be filled with humanity’s music.

Out there, in that cold inhuman space,
Some will never return home to loved ones,

Tonight, they sleep the sleep of the undreaming,
Their lives exterminated by bullets fuelled by hate,

Butchery raged in places of peace and serenity,
The songs of children strangled by a merciless darkness,

Know this, know this, you who sow terror and division,
Your barbaric symphony will never tear us apart,

Mercy is our song, Love too,
And we shall stand together as One.

Depression, stress, anxiety,
All killers,

Beware their disguises,
They wear smiles and confidence,

If you have a loved one,
Go warm their heart,

Fear the rain that dawns upon midnight,
It is the symphony of regret.

For those who are gone,
They shall live on in our words,

Their songs will sing ever on,
And in dreams they still walk with us,

Sleep now sweet soul,
Sleep.