The victorious are those who continue to ride…
with glorious weapons of forgiveness by their side.
What looks like giving up, is acceptance you see
for the real war waged within, will set you free.
No army, in armor clad, can conquer the love to be had
for the growing few who will win the fight.
Know that peace and love is not black and white…
All colors mixed together, a crazy quilt,
a new world free of guilt.
And like a stone that ripples in the lake,
we will sing the song that love awakes…