We’ve learnt to ignore oceans

Wake up to changing times

To rediscover with innocence

All boundaries are thin lines

Born under our different flags

Wrapped up in belief systems

Pain body, Pride, Psychic bags

Good & Bad, We’re all of them

The Tribes of Babel, the angels sent on

With the 1st and 5th note, the soul of a song

To paint graffiti without walls, in the air

Stairways to heaven, for the truly aware

To raise our sights and tear walls down

To tempt us to look within & all around

Facing strangers to find our selves

Singing out loud, in someone else

The Tribes of Babel, the angels sent on

With the 1st & 5th note, the soul of a song

To paint graffiti without walls, in the air

To celebrate all Earth while we’re still here

-Suraj Mani