There is an ocean of vast proportion
And she flows within ourselves.
To take dips daily we dive in gaily,
He knows who goes within himself.
The abode of angels, the mystical promised land,
The one and only heaven, the god of man
Is but the closing of an eyelid away.
There is a silence of pure excellence
All is as it was and evermore shall be,
Though they try to tell us it's not so.
Over all the earth there's nothing new to see,
Excepting every seed will newly grow.
Innocence in childhood false men misconstrue
To be years of darkness spent in shade,
Denying childhood's vision of the god of love,
So that truth be turned about and untruth made,
And untruth made.
There is a reason for every season
There is a season, ooh,
There is an ocean, ooh,