When minds are filled with hatred, life is unending pain
it festers in the deepest heart and drives good folk insane.
And when there’s nothing else in there to find
it becomes who we are; a small and festered mind.
But always there is freedom; always there’s a way
to let the Spirit dance again – to let the Spirit play.
I look into the brightness that fills my inner me;
I look into the brightness and let my Spirit free.