Someone said there is no hope
god is dead and darkness grows
there's nothing left but weed to smoke
A Rasta came along our way, ' who know's '
he said and smiled at him. 'Maybe
we should look up to the sky to see
gods ways are mystic and spiritually
Jah is love, we are one family.'
I looked up in the sky and thought
we all have to go a long way out
I healed my soul after all this years
no hate, no drug* abuse, no fears
sports and music made my days
i find my soulmates along the ways
live to learn and grow to the light
inner strength and truely innere Schönheit
Love is pure and heals the soul
touches hearts and connect us all
whatever you do, trust in your fate
god isn't dead ... ""
( *in this context i used the word "drugs" for all "addictives", like sugar, coffee, tee, drugs, and so on. Abuse means missuse )
