A flower?

You can tell he's doing well, by the look in human eyes.
You'd better not compromise.
It won't be easy.

666 is no longer alone,
He's getting out the marrow in your back bone,
And the seven trumpets blowing sweet rock and roll,
Gonna blow right down inside your soul.
Pythagoras with the looking-glass, reflecting the full moon,
In blood, he's writing the lyrics of a brand new tune.

And it's hey babe, with your guardian eyes so blue,
Hey my baby, don't you know out love is true,
I've been so far from here,
Far from your loving arms,
Now I'm back again, and baby it's going to work out fine.

Can't you feel our souls ignite
Shedding ever changing colours, in the darkness of the
fading night,
Like the river joins the ocean, as the germ in a seed grows
We have finally been freed to get back home.

There's an angel standing in the sun, and he's crying with a
loud voice,
"This is the supper of the mighty one",
Lord Of Lords,
King of Kings,
Has returned to lead his children home,
To take them to the new Jerusalem.

......................end of the story

Starette wrote:  Screw those who don't like singing along together- even on the forums it gives me thrills! Singing together- it's just a really good feeling.

I think ol' Starett put it best. It doesn't have to have a point...