Flowers in the spring, tulips and the stones,
Thinking of a woman and a love jones.
Hearing the elders share a story,
Of love in a house of glory.
Underground pain will bring down the rain,
To allow the growth of a mane,
On the generation of men to overtake,
Lead and procreate.
The �me� turned into �we,� as the story ends,
The white robes collected as we mend,
The fun, romance and churches,
Together in harmony, bridging the wealthy and the worthless.
In the garden, God allows a view,
Of all manifestations, the Muslim, Christian and Jew.
With each way of life comes a choice,
To be silent or to use one's voice.
Say you were on an island with no civilization,
Would you participate in a peace demonstration,
Of unity and love evenly shared,
So that all sin was forgiven and life chosen and spared?
As each soul finds manumission.
Come together love, we�ll meet there one day,
And share in God�s love as we lay.
Lady love of life I dig your style,
�Cause in your shoes I�d walk a mile.
To reach those golden steps with you,
Our religion sewn together like glue.
Everyday I wait for the time at night,
When I pray with all my might.
For the vision in my dream to be real,
As I digest God�s word like a meal.
