Ravaged by religion, where does the Spirit hide;

deep down in the Underworld, where many think it died.

But the Spirit true will never die, it’s waiting to be free

and the only ones to free it, are folk like you and me.

So forget about the bloodied Cross and the Crescent too

For the Spirit isn’t in a symbol, it’s part of me and you.

The rules and regulations some folk wrote in a book

are squiggly lines on paper – not even worth a look.

You’ll find the Spirit inside; residing with your Soul

and simply to accept it is to somehow feel more whole.

It’s not within a building though songs can make you proud

but really at the end of day, you’re simply being loud.

It’s in the silent spaces that float between the words;

it’s in the freedom of the sky – up there among the birds.

It lives in every tree and branch and every grain of sand;

it’s in the world around us – it grows within the land.

So farewell to religion but let your Spirit free

to live the life of Riley as rock or bird or tree.