We are all
The father
We are all
The mother
Listen up
Simple boy
We all love each other
Listen up Mr. Mind
Understand a brother
Open up
Soldier love
Enough to cut
The mustard.
Just a kernel
Of a vision
Carries your Majesty
A psychedelic type
Prism
Light that carries me
Sound that buries me
In loving song
From friendly honk
To stories gone
By like the wind
That once hurried me.
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