It’s such a old ancient feeling.
When pringtime comes and open hearts.
With new and old rusty feelings.
And love for life,that’s still in our heart.
With a dead wish, still scars in our brain.
Memories to deal with.
And a future still ahead.
With a ship that’s sailing.
To a destiny unknown.
But with love on our side.
And kindness unknown.
We will sail to a new land,where we
hopefully can build something,
without hatred or war.
Without our weapons,that I still dispice.
Maybe dreams come true.
Where love is a saviour,to the onces that are true.
With the forgotten indian knowledge,
with no cruelty in mind, but died for no respect.
For dear mother nature, And peace of mind.
Blinded by greed forgotten in white man’s mind.
With our human desperate ways,trying to explore.
Evil has no boundaries.As we call for our own hell.
Death has no mercy, we create our own spell.
Killing all culture, with no respect for all daily life.
Dear mother nature, ruler of ancient laws.
We disrespect our living ground.
As we dry our waters, oil, trees,and harvest on earthly ground.
The earth is life for as long as we know.
Let’s give and take, respect, but never take control.
I am no saint,no fool,not wise or unkind. Maybe it’s a shout in a dessert.
Moanin´ from a swamp unknown.
From a fool, but feeling misery and death so cruel.
Due to our selfish goals,disrespecting life,and nature has it’s own laws,
unable to explain.We are crazy,to kill what’s given to you and me.
When evolution let’s us grow our wisdom to unrespectable hight,
when human minds are in control,bondage,ego or rage.
War or wisdom, that reflects our own madness.
Aren´t we just animals alienated from life.
That eventually kills our own kind.

J.S.2006