Album: Essence to Essence
There is an ocean of vast proportion
And she flows within ourselves
To take dips daily we dive in gaily,
He knows who goes within himself
The abode of Angels, the mystical Promised Land,
The one and only Heaven, the God of man
Is but the closing of an eyelid away
There is a silence of pure excellence
And she flows within ourselves
To appreciate, re-deactivate,
He knows who goes within himself
The domain of Devils, the Fearful Land,
The only and only Hades, the Satan of man
Is but the closing of an eyelid away
All is as it was and ever more shall be,
Though they try to tell us it's not so
Over all the earth there's nothing new to see,
Excepting every seed will newly grow
Innocence in childhood false men misconstrue
To be years of darkness spent in shade,
Denying childhood's vision of the God of Love,
So that Truth be turned about and untruth made,
And untruth made
There is a reason for every season
Of change within ourselves
To navigate, re-appreciate
And know the flow within ourselves
The deliverance from Deluge, the good dry land,
The one and only Haven, the rock of Man
Is but the closing of an eyelid away
There is a season, ooh,
There is an ocean, ooh,
There is a silence, ooh