Down from their reign above,
Down from their perched throne,
God of the sky became servants of Mother Earth,
She took a hold of what was rightfully hers and held them to her breast,
Sun flowers feel the warmth of the breeze coming from the west,
Maybe a new wind is on its way?
Thousands upon thousands buried under heavenly weight,
Oppressed like so many,
The child looks out to the sun set,
Viewing a new beginning,
Past the overcoming of waves and sinking ships,
Passed the nuclear atom bombs of life,
The sun will rise again,
Her mother will hold her again,
Against her chest,
Above the womb of life,
Beautiful blond child picks bright sunflowers,
Peace offerings to Mother Earth,
Let your children thrive again.
