Texty: Cynic. Sentiment.

Cosmic mother awaken us in
Thine impartial love for all
Bless us that we be free from
The sway of greed and delusion

Inspire us to build a new world
One in which famine
Disease and ignorance
Will be only memories of a dismal past

Creative mother, arouse us to know
That we be not lost in the sands
Open our eyes

Creative mother, arouse us to know
Inspire us to build a new world
Since forever, we've yearned to quench what's never fulfilling
Lost endeavors found in a stilled mind if we be willing

Creative mother, arouse us to know
That we be not lost in the sands
Open our eyes