
We are the poor
We are your children
Warmed by the embrace of your mystery

Married to you and the moon
We trust in your intuition
It's your show, now, and it must go on

To grow richer, and stronger with power
It's through your love that all our problems are cured
While our enemies have grown none the wiser

The white man's power is dead (Thank God)
Nothing can stop us as we proceed forward
With our true potential finally revealed

Before the world understands our strategies
How we are spreading out everywhere
Making this NewAge for your return

It thinks as we're thinking - plays as we're playing
Miracles are happening each and every day and
They're obsessing over it all for you:

(To be continued)

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