We chant of inevitability, lost in a world of chance.
One mind can start a mountain slide, if the voice worthy.
To what purpose do I speak?
For the children I weep.
In our hearts our children sleep.
What lesson does one teach?
Awaken my son unto thyself.
To be in heaven one must dwell in heaven.
For all beings dwindle unto change to be further removed from the moment.