Let the vultures eat our doubt and take the bait,
Let the eagles eat our faith and find unity great,
Let there be light in a way that darkness retreats,
Let there be will that happens when nothing repeats.

Let the will, word and wisdom pave the way,
Let it not hear me, and travel through gray,
Let it return to say the same words I say,
No my child, faith is not a child soul’s play.

So all the child souls gathered at balcony,
Wave to the rising sun, kiss the falling away,
And so it remains established to this day,
Truth comes to those who with whole heart,
who pray.