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[swankivy]

I choose the word, how 'bout you? ::grin::

The choice is the word,
The word is the choice;
The people will listen
If you raise your voice.

To pass through a wall,
To go through a door,
To find all the answers
You've always searched for . . .

The treasure is far,
The truth is quite near.
The truth is the treasure.
The treasure is here.

You look up and see her,
The earth mother's daughter,
Who's singing a love song
While walking on water.

You are not like her,
The others all say,
But after she's spoken,
Your doubts fall away.

Her voice is a song,
And the song's but a word,
Perfectly clear now
When once it was blurred.

It says, "You are here now
And you know the way,
And you'll tell your children
My stories someday."

She pours from her teapot
A rainbow of age,
Invites you to drink
And to read from her page.

Here are the answers
And stunning true lies
Which litter the ages
And patch up the skies.

You know all the truth now
And know of your fate;
That you, once created,
Must finally create.

With tears in your eyes
You must show the world
How to untie their ribbons
And fly flags unfurled.

And for those of your own,
Never let them go under.
Teach them to love
And to always, always wonder.

When the hunger is gone,
They'll listen for you.
You'll tell the truth,
And then they will too.

The choice is the word. . . .