how would you like to be born again, again?
how would you like to touch the genesis drain
and bewitch the sabotage dragons at long last
into melting like wicked witches of the west?

how would you like to have a resurgence,
a prosperity-blessed party of emergence,
with all the guests who've patiently been knocking,
seated at the table of honor where they belong?

how would you like to smile a real smile?
i mean a big toothy mary tyler moore
turn the world on kind of smile?
this, my dears, would make your soul come.

how would you like to be free
in a state of ever-growing radiance
and ever-glowing transformation
saying a continuous goodbye to crap?

after all these years and tears and fears
and rains and pains and chains
and obsession and oppression and depression...
how would you like to be born again, again?