We're not needing any sermons to tell us how we should be
No sacred books can substitute what's inside of you and me
For we're beloved blessed beings from the moment of our birth
Like the stars we're always shining: little lights upon this earth..
Indeed we would want to gather with the others of our kind
To find a supportive rally for the fragile-ness of our mind
But nothing can ever put inside us, what's never meant to be
For the caverns inside our spirits accept only commonality.
Beacons for the world and messengers of God's grace
We shine upon the universe and the whole entire race
Without the need for "have tos","you betters" or something else
We rely upon on our giving and that inner Light that sells...