I once knew a very wise man he said
As if there were someone who’d hear
He told of all the millions dead
The tragic forgotten years:
A land soaked with blood
The oppressive denied
Behold a power supreme
The giver of life with a wave of her hand
She proved to the rot who was King.
Along with the tides her fury will rise
But bring us a lasting peace.
The Aquarian Age
I pray for the day
When all shall return to the seas.