Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.

Where humanitysowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.

Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you. Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.

Millions cheer the warriorspilling blood across the ringwhile the one who stands for peaceis ridiculed and shamed.Must hearts forever sufferfrom ignorance and greed?Can bombs heal our soulsor set our spirits free?

Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.

Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.

Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

What hell condemned, let heaven now heal.