Invisible only
To those who won’t feel
Those guardians
Who have been ever so real
Creators of truth
In a land dry and old
Where the music is drawn
From the stories untold
Their culture was vast
Their totems were too
An addiction for life
With a more worldly view
True understanding
The distance was far
Away from Reality
Where the populace are
Alive with their feelings
True to their root
Their feet very solidly
In the pursuit
of freedom
Of spirit of community
To be themselves
And with impunity
Follow their hearts
And joyfully be
Alive to the fact
That simplicity
Of Recalling ancestors
And the seance of soul
The light in the darknesss
Each mind reading role
Mesmeric hypnotic
The spiritual whole
The ethereal body
Of utter control
Life is enrichment
And fascination
To honour all nature
And ofcourse creation
The great source of wildness
The increments we
Observe in our dreamtime
Where we can be free
From waste
And indulgence
again and again
Where remorse and division
Can drive us insane
We have our happiness
Our state of grace
With a clean conscience
At our own pace
With our integrity
Justice we know
True hearted and constant
Wherever we go