In the Light of Peace and Love

Love makes the lonely heart sing, for it would rather die! Like a bell that's lost its ring, or a forgotten one's sigh! The heart needs someone to care, Who knows of its sorrow. For nothing else can compare, no joy that you can borrow! The vicars for the masses, fear the new enlightened ones. Watch as time slowly passes, spinning with planets and suns! The robed ones carry crosses, that on them heavily weigh. They count up all their losses, and then jump into the fray! Remember all the factors, The fateful flight of the dove. When we become the actors, in the light of peace and love!