The Call

We are all chosen
We can all answer the call
The question is:
Will we pick up the phone when the call comes
Your phone won’t ring
This is the call from above
The one the Heavenly choir sings
Harps, strings, trumpets
Milk and honey for all
Pick up
Answer this call
For our world to change
We need the whole world
Every soul
Every women, man, and child
Lift up your hearts
Lift up your minds
Lift up your hands
You may cry
But these are tears of joy
Spread them
Embrace each other
Address everyone sister, brother
She has returned
Our divine mother
To reclaim her land
To return her love forgotten
We are not sons begotten
Only suffering from amnesia
No need to say see ya
Just I C ya
We are all hear
All at the festival
All ready to dance
All ready for a brand new chance
The call has come
All of us already chosen
Will you answer
Because the party has already begun