"And the wind whispers Mary, ..."
"Our tears will not flow
Daughter of God
Your mind once free and strong,
tortured, disowned in mad ambition.
Daughter of God,
It was envy that fanned the witch hunting madness.
Flee with me bride
A temple only owned by males,
Your cry, Mother Earth
They worship themselves in God Father and Son
When he invited everybody to go aboard
and refrained from sifting the chaff from the wheat,
he caught our attention
When he encouraged everybody
he drew our curiousity
When he ran to meet his wife and children
we ceased questioning
when he opened with us the ark´s side