Make the sun rise

This is the Age of darkness, an age of hypocrisy, an age of illusion, democracy.
A stage where anything goes and only those with money hold any real power.
This is the age of darkness, It darkens with every hour,
it begins to cast its shadow, deep within the minds of those so shallow
It covers their hearts and leaves them so blind to the light that would really relieve their sorrow
they struggle to satisfy their minds,
binding them to the false beliefs that pleasure equals happiness.
 I muse... Don't they know?

In this age everything has been corrupted,

from science to religion,
Family to profession, dollar signs is what we count...
We've lost our way, fell into the maze that has no map,
we are crazed by one thing, dollar signs.

You've heard this all before.
Who do I think I am standing here saying it all some more?
Well, If don't say it, and you don't say it, and she doesn't say it, Who will?

I stand here saying somethings wrong with this world
and we need to look to the past, look to our hearts, and bring in the next age,
the next stage in our game of life.
One that fills the world with that which actually brings happiness,
equality, and peace, removing our strife.
A world where what we protect isn't always just what we can profit from.
Where what we die for in war and terror actually means something more than just...dollar signs. Stand up and say something too, don't remain quiet, don't wait for your cue.

Now, don't think I mean to say the solution is to fight,
shouting and protesting demanding our rights.
We've got to get smarter than that, it doesn't really work,
someone else profits someone else wins,
you can't be free unless you understand that.

There's a reason why magicians and sages, yogis and mystics, exit this place.

They take on the forces that would really destroy this race.
The powers that if left unchecked,
would turn us all to into slaves with chains upon our necks
whips at our backs, making us work hard for anything they crave.

Oh here he goes now talking of conspiracy,
talking of the occult, what a fallacy.
Stop, listen,
The power of negative emotion is collective.
If I feel hate, it is because we are selective,
we still cling to the notion that it is a natural part of life
part of the ocean of unavoidable mistakes
we mock the idea that someone could in fact live without hate...
what a shame.

Mystics,
they remove themselves from life's delusions
abide to rest in perfect seclusion
within themselves they abide
they recognise the truth behind the lies.
they fill the world with joy and pride
(the good kind, the kind that makes you appreciate your kind, love life and feel sublime)
they seek to destroy the suffering caused by our confusion.
In their hearts they see us all, pure, perfect, and without delusion
500 hundred years ago such a mystic arose, 

on the horizon of Nadia he of course chose
golden complexioned like the sun rising,
he offered a solution where everyone won,

This solution so simple has kept the sun high,
keeping the darkness from reaching our eyes
we can still see we can still try
take the message and spread it with far and wide.

There is a boy who is made of love
Sing his name, sing his glory, sing his fame, sing his story.
to love love for the sake of love,
That love descends from above

This is the age of darkness,
 Lets make the sun rise.

Chanting Krsna! Krsna!
Love destroys the lies.

#jainitai