The Sacred Cow,
Drifted through my dreams,
Telling of misery,
And untold schemes….
Then, smiling and laying,
A hoof, solid, down…
She laughed as she fit me,
With a rare, new crown.
We are the keepers, of the world we see.
We are the images, it’s you and me.
No time for anger, no time for despair…
We are the keepers, we must start to care.
Come, all you children,
Come, and gather ’round.
It’s the smile on your face,
That tells what you’ve found.
Now spread the word.
Spread it far and near.
It’s the peace in your heart,
That has to stay clear.
We are the keepers, of the world we see.
We are the images, it’s you and me.
No time for anger, no time for despair…
We are the keepers, we’re startin’ to care…
CAWatson 5/27/08