There are echoes that are sounding out through out all our land
There are spirits of the past who are wanting us to understand
So countless are the ancients who are wanting us to see
Before we create the regrets that become part of out history
This world was never created to be dominated by any one
It was created by the Eternal so that His love can touch everyone
We have taken what was a gift and turned it into so much hate
The universe is crying out and shouting that time is getting late.
We need to take a census of all the gifts that we have been given
And stop focusing on the differences that destroy our peaceful living.
We are, all of us, but one family and we should moderate our way
So that we are not held responsible for the destruction of the day.