I have given birth to my own children and s**led them. I welcomed the foreigners and protected them. I have given hope to princes and buried them inside myself I too was responsible for the slave, I set him free And although some have tried to weaken my resolve, I shall endure, for though my history be stained with misery, I have known joy and my future is hope. I come to you, begging you, mercy, my sons For I am your mother; I am Urantia She seems to be asleep at this time Dreaming of realms left behind Sorrow fills my seas of pain Fields of grain hit by the rain Acts of love struglled in vain Reality fakes in refrain The misty wind begins to roam My (our) mother is trying to wake us to grow Below our feet she wants to be free From the scars of disonesty In darkened years of shameful fears Can we be free from this tragedy Soon there will be an end The vanish of all kind We should open our eyes Till we still have the time To save thy land Sons forgive me For I am gone You never tried to be What I've made you once Why? "We are not human beings having spiritual experiences, We are spiritual beings having human experiences"