Hundreds, thousands, and millions in the coveted race for one
Through the fertile corridor many jockey and vie to hit the 'homerun'
Auric field shining as a magnetic light
Away from the pack toward a date at the celestial cite
Breaking through the corona radiata
Now, the beautiful sounds of a cantata
Boom Bam! Bam Boom!
Boom Bam! Bam Boom!
A new creation
You!
Yes, you!
A beautiful revelation
Out of many one is chosen
While millions are left in the corridor frozen
You are here by no mere chance
So get up chosen! Live, Love, and do your dance
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