our Spirit is our White Shield

to break the Illusion...

the Light fills our red Cups

to bring a new fusion...



the Word is a Seed in the Fields

within us it grows clear and strong...

‘till the Harvest of the good Fruit

when Aquarius comes along...



people push on each other

to get it all there own way...

but if we work together

it’s the start of a new day...



we will have no want

as we accept our fate...

let strings become taut

I don’t think it’s to late...