Of words I know there’s plenty inscribed upon my soul;

There’s words that tear asunder, there’s words that make me whole.

All in all the words we speak, or think, or act, or be

These are the thoughts imprison us or else they set us free.

The words in song come from the land and those we all must hear

For they are Gaia’s music echoing through life’s fear;

The fear that overwhelms us in this soulless world today;

While Gaia stands in reverence to show a brand new way.

A way we all must follow – we all can find the path;

A way that leads through wilderness so close to home and hearth.