Mother of all beauty and strife
Mother of a time now long past
In whose light a shadow half cast
There lies a babe wrapped
Warmly in green the color of
No fear for whats unseen
For seen all things be when understood
Understanding must be to perceive
What we should for that which is
Above is as that which is below
Little else will you need to know
Then be on your way my child
Now go for the mother of your
Soul awaits you
Mother of Soul awaits
