As a girl I used to sing along so mindlessly
to the words of the black eyed peas,
now I sit and contemplate
where indeed is the love.
We have lived for so long in separation
we don't save space for the realising
that all of love's wisdom is in acceptance
our ancestors offered us their guidance.
In vain the earth mother cries
"love my children great and small"
see the oceans rise and fall.
Where are the keepers of the ancient knowledge
where are those who dance with the Goddess
where are those with ears to hear
have we all become deaf and blind?
I want to speak what is on my mind
I find it hard that it's hard to find
a little love and acceptance
when we should just go back to remembrance
