Hidden in the closet of this garment is the light of my soul
with the power to unfold the mystery invisible to this world
I am a child of intelligence to recognise the divine spark
even to hear what a bird whisper and when a dog bark
to command the future and let the ocean of life flow
in my dream I can envision the wisdom I want to know
this frame of mine is not the real image of my face
the time left for my existence no one can replace
......
Hidden in the closet of this garment is the light of my soul
with the power to unfold the mystery invisible to this world
I am a child of intelligence to recognise the divine spark
even to hear what a bird whisper and when a dog bark
to command the future and let the ocean of life flow
in my dream I can envision the wisdom I want to know
this frame of mine is not the real image of my face
the time left for my existence no one can replace
......