Michael Woodhead

ON A TRIP

Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1970, 2020

Let me take you on a trip through your mind
Where you find that your knowledge has been stripped
By unkind masterminds

Let me take you ona trip through deep space
'Neath your face where your senses do a flip
With the pace, inner race

Through the inner mind of Man
We reach a revelation
But face no condemnation from outside
For the inner mind of Man
Is a place of hope and love
With the Spirit up above, now inside

Let me take you on a trip through the sphere
Of a tear, though your eyesight has been clipped
You can hear the fires sear

Through the inner mind of Man
We reach the true nirvana
Are fed by heav'nly manna from within
For the inner mind of Man
Is a place of peace, not war
There are no hurting sores, only love


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