To arms, to arms, there is a fight,
Heaven and Hell are in deathly plight...

I thought you accepted who I was,
Am I wrong to think this...

Darkness takes all in unbearable pain,
It wraps the broken in remorse...

The world moves slowly,
A whisper emerges...

What is Meditation?
Is it focusing on one thought...

The quiet musician sits on the chair,
In front lies his stand...

The traveler wanders the Earth,
Observer of Everything...

Rise from your beds, Livers,
Rise from your warm, soft, quiet sheets...