The Egos Games
The sky used to be full of these beautiful clouds The EGO covers you with hate filled shrouds Love use to be a many spended thing The EGO only loves what to it you can bring Why, when we walk, things are hidden before our eyes The EGO when rilled releases its spies Where will we find our way back to love The EGO knows it can only come from above So when we face our EGO face to face Let the love above the EGO fill our hearts with grace Let the the joy from doing our work ring through As we discover, unconditional love, between me and you