Oh child! They are home! Where they have always been gathering now all around our feet Don't be sad child, it's all about to change we've much to learn, its our greatest tool Learn no more of where you'll go imagine less of your Heaven and manifest it Learn from the child don't produce it as the child understands what has happened yes they do, love is being slaughtered Think on it no more, children we shall rise up with wings of angels to bring Heaven's veil up to greet such thankful lips It is not hip it is not legit hypocite, snip snip A song meant to be produced by those who imagine the truth the truth being spoken, Heaven is now Up and down. Think Teach the children to love all despite what we ignorant adults do. We doers thinking beyond having one good reason to do so... © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.
(The Weaver's Song)