The hearts own fire within the breast Alights the flame in every chest Where freedom once burned far and wide We see an endless crimson tide Laughter was when worlds were made When men fought with words and not with blade For all fight for rights that are not given Unless the flame be peace from heaven For God is in the world of form He is the drip, he is the storm One in essence, two in form The Master loves and is reborn So fight for truth and never give in To the schoolyard bully or his evil twin The ego in us that feels ashamed How can self image be ever maimed I laugh at life and all that's true A flame from God I try to woo So Victory may descend again Upon the cellphone or the pen That wisdom shine...