Quality

As the sun streams down from the heavenly sky,
And brightnens our hearts to shine through our minds;
So then as we listen, to God's natural creation,
We wait upon the timeless man to lead this earthly nation.

So who will judge these waiting people,
Surely not I for my hearts a steep hill;
Quality you see is for people with souls,
When we vote at an election in the poles.

According to some, quality is based on principles,
And this to me seems to lead us invincible;
You see what it all boils down to,
Is really how much you amount to.

But quality has an heart, just all of its own,
For the righteous to know, the truth to the bone;
Sure money puts clothes on the kids and food on the table,
But quality's a luxury that makes us stable.

As the earth spins around, in its universal orbit,
And life goes on living, by not being morbid:

We must turn and unite, those who fight to the death,
Who earn what is right and live every breath.