well disguised invasions, profitable occasions,
come home dead or go to jail.
pipeline destruction, money based selection,
madly racing to the end….
keep them stoned, throw them a bone,
but change is coming in the wind!
faces on hands, hands on heart.
a small fire strong against the dark.
all God’s children doing their part…
faces on hands, hands on heart!
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Jesus, Buddha, and
from the past merelypointed the way.it’s our own feetthat have to dothe walking…no excuses…let’s go!
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you burn madly,
a car racing madlytowards the cliff.hungry for life,and groping the shadowsfor the forms of lightthat you cant quite touch.slow down, slow down,be still, and listen with your feelings….wait on the knock, the strong voiceof the stranger who lives….beyond that door!dont be afraid, and dont run!that stranger is you!