The light ahead

Talking about a revolution
Will sound like a whisper uttered by children
In the wilderness
in the deep winter we keep hold of our history
thinking about it to keep us warm
From the chill winter storms
that beat down outside.

The light is in us
the spark of own divine creation
we are the children of the story
We create our fate
fashion our chances
Life pulses like the lightbulb
Don’t hide what you have

She waits in the palace
Star lit loves always finds a way
Clairvoyant hearts and souls
For the goddess wait
Wisdom is her name
She knows your own
from the dawn of your existence.