I see through the illusionist,
Scars and battles, running the the streets of Seattle.
I break free, owning my path as a revolutionist.
To revolutionize the world you have to revolutionize your own dreamworld.
If your not awake, and can't partake in the energy and share what's there.
To many people with wool over their eyes.
Praying inside a steeple, instead of under the skies.
The feminine energy, that's been trampled by patriarchy.
The healing that's been cleverly smothered and almost wiped from our memory,
But not quite so.
The feminine is strong, and will always know how to regrow.
Let it be so, let it be so.
Third eyes be open, hearts be softened and willing,
roots be grounded in that which is true.
Heal that which is broken, dreams of love begin fulfilling,
And stay centered, with wise elders around you.
Breathe deep, forgive and reap, and maintain a lightness within.
Learn to play, and to love everyday, and to feel happiness again.
No more wool eyes child, be free, be wild. Like the wolves, you were meant to roam.
It's time to live, nourish, and give. Making moves on your own.