Taken to a place underground,
a cavern, ten thousand steps down.
The only light was fire fly glow,
reflecting in the blue crystal show.
Feeling in the darkness surrounding me,
roots of giant Sequoia trees
anchor the canopy of life that is above.
The answer to the mystery of life´s _

Traveled through the jungles of the Yucatan
and drank the potion from the magic man.
Held the starlight inches from my face,
pushed the door open, # 7.
I walked the path way to heaven.
Saw the same face of God.

Seems every where I go
I see the same face, I feel the same flow.
With every one I meet & every hand I shake,
I am every man, trying my best to get to know
because everything is at stake.

We are the same tribe.

Passing through Morocco for the faithful is a trip.
Hallucinating visions drives my desert ship.
For a thousand miles we couldn´t fail,
can´t enjoy if you can not inhale.
Clearly a lifetimes need of some experience and
for the record, peace.

Seems every where I go
I see the same face, I feel the same flow.
With every one I meet & every hand I shake,
I see myself in every man, trying my best to get to know
because everything is at stake.

We are the same tribe.