You can't conceive the thought You can't comprehend There's no coincidence, your life doesn't hang on a chance Your mind is small, infinitesimal, homeopathic When compared to I, the one who created you Why do you let yourself believe there's No way for you to change When you have all ability to go on and live this way
Spirits arising If you could only know what I've been through You wound understand, I know exactly how you feel There is only one answer, one key, one truth The path that leads the way, for what I hold for you Spirits arising