A filled mind experssed in empty words
A million thoughts expressed in one word
That word which is enough for the wise
And leaves the fool in the fools paradise
Thy words are sacred, thy words of light
Thy words give a view of the heavens gate
For all who see, blessed are thy sight
For all who hear, blessed are thy fate
Tis not the preachers gospel
Tis not about the righteous and the sinner
Tis just about the poet and the people
A segregated world of poets and others
Now is the time to build that future
Let us sail through time and exploit its riches
The waves of the sea would sing of our adventure
Our tale passed down through generations of fishes