The Source


The wandering souls of life,
Wander because of the neverending strife,
Of the world in which they wander in.
Many withdrawl,
Yet many more fall...
Into the grip of the most powerful soul of
 all...
The soul of The Source which sets forth th
e call.
From the realm to the world of the wanderi
ng souls.
From San Jose the grassy noles...
All that listen hear the call...
The call of The Source from which springs 
forth all.


THE EXiLE
BL/´DE SS þ DiE