Good morning, love, how did you sleep?
Such time I spent tidying my keep
I made your bed, your candles lit
Comfort comes, I made sure of it
My bosom is but yours to use
I only ask you don’t abuse
I only ask that you take care
For all my lands are yours to share
“Thank you, Mother, you are so kind
You always know what’s on my mind
Granting me these hills and trees
I’ll nurture them, calm as breeze”
Yes, my child, spread about
Enjoy these things I’ve given out
Remember, should you ever cry
My love for you shall never die
“So fortunate are we to have
A mother who, with love, can calve
But please, my dear, may we have this?
I do not think it will be missed”
Let me see, I suppose, yes
You can have that, sure, I guess
I only want what’s best for you
And I think yes, yes that will do
“Thank you, Mom, for giving wing
But what about this other thing?
Having it would be so nice
Might generosity come twice?”
Heavens, love, but must this be?
Is that something you really need?
I only have so much to give
But yes, if it will help you live
“I knew you would, ‘cause you’re the best
You’ve always held me close to chest
Where all that’s yours, can now be mine
I swear I’ll not bring harm to thine”
Ah, that’s right, the voice has changed
Perspective has been rearranged
For who’s voice speaks to you right now?
The narrator’s, yes, somehow
Everything we think and do
Is done from our own point of view
And yet so many others live
Sharing all that He will give
What do others think of us?
Are we someone that they would trust?
What of all the life on Earth
That has no stock in our own birth?
Selfishness, it plagues, you see
It corrupts minds of you and me
It clouds the way we look at things
And sows each seed that Karma brings
How the World Should Work 