Isn’t it tragic
I looked for my magic
Out of my sight
But when I write

In my own fashion
I find my passion
It opens doors far and wide
And takes me on a mystical ride

Now, every day
I fly away
I sit on an Eagle’s wing
And hear angels sing

Still connected with Earth
I see her birth
I see her in action
I see Earth in contraction

I see Earth’s mighty Kingdom
A New World full of wisdom
It will bring us love
Below as above