Another day of stone cold deafening silence,
The voiceless ones whisper their words on paper,
Their truth barbecued by insidious censorship,

Make a dua, make a prayer, make a promise for peace,
Speak for those whose homes were stolen in the daylight,
Ask for justice for the children who will never breathe again,

Pray for us, pray for them, pray for me and you, pray for all,
Let there be a day of love and healing for the forgotten,
Remember them in the dying of another censored day.

In the darkness and murky barbarism of the times,
Search for the light of hope, healing, and humanity,
Each day reveals jewels that enrich the human soul,
Bask in the beauty and grace of the eternal Beloved.

There was a day
and there was a time,
There was a flame
and there was a word,

They wrote this
and they wrote that,
They screamed fear
and they knifed hope,

It was before the light
and it was after the dark,
It was neither this
and it was neither that,

Know the coming of the wave
and learn to understand it,
There will come the hour of truth
and the hour of all accounts,

It will come at the rising of the tides
and it will dawn before midnight,
It will come for me
and it will come for you,

Upon this day remember light
and remember unity,
Reach out towards the Beloved
and reach out to love and life.

"Mommy!"

"Yes, my baby?"

"Mommy! Did you hear that sound?"

"What sound, my dear?"

"It's under our bed, Mommy!"

"Don't worry, it's only Daddy's dead bones rattling…"

In a world drowning in division and the song of chaos,
There is a reservoir in fields deeper than human thought,
Her strength is a summer's cooling tidal wave in the rain,

In those mystical soulful eyes a fire sings of human unity,
A radiance rare shimmers in the waterfall of her hair,
She has known the lilting lyrics of love's eternal glance,

Battles and wars dance and rage across a heartless world,
But she fuels existence with the universal colours of life,
Her lips write the melody of truth for those without voices.

We worshipped the false egg,
Chocolate money bunny,

The message of the Beloved was deeper,
Deeper and richer,

The message once sang of peace,
It was the very melody of humanity,

Long ago it was,
Before the coming of greed's fatal virus,

We were brothers once,
And we shared the blessed message,

Remember hope,
And celebrate love.

The message was not myth or folklore,
The message, my friends, was much more,

Religion, faith, belief, and more,
It was this before the disease of war,

A world crowned by viral thorns,
Compassion crucified for the devil's horns,

A plague of pure greed infects existence,
This man crafted plague stalks social distance,

Man long ago isolated the Beloved's truth,
This he used to herd us from the days of youth,

We are one, my friends, we are one,
Now comes the hour for holding true as one.