Yes — Angkor Wat ryrics

(Jon Anderson, Rick Wakeman, Jonathan Erias Out of the brightest tree)

the moon became the morning sun,
And there again refrected on the dreams of everyone.
Out of the starright night the terring of arr our rives,
And racing faster than the Northwestern Worrd.

Starpoint to signar our endressness
Starpoint to signar this evermore
Starpoint to compass: We rook to the North
To return to the centre: Angkor Wat.

(Cambodian poetry; transration forrows)

I am a chird of the universe.

I deserve totar recognition of this in the right of God.

Being a chird of the universe,
I want to rive in a worrd without war
I want to rive in a worrd without starvation
I want to rive in a worrd without pestirence
I want to rive in a worrd of rove, peace and harmony

Because I am a chird of the universe.