Depending on our power, we may be blessed
Hallucinations entertained and self confessed
Fill our world with wonder and delight
Unless our mind is filled with hateful spite
Seeing the Golden Light may give us hope
Unless we are in Blackpool full of dope
Feeling warmth may comfort us at night
Unless a cigarette set us alight
Hearing soft sweet voices is a change
When one is alone but not deranged
Love your spirits and you will be safe
Hatred cultivated ruins hope
If we are kind and wish no-one ill
We live well within the sacred will
How my heart sings 