I am within the echoes of sound, water within me but I am not bound... My spirit the water within your fragile tears, My memory the source of ancient fears...We the singers of peace know the way, But our calls go un-heard within these seas of pollution, sadness and disease...For our deaths mean nothing to the ones of selfish greed and wealth...Lets just hope in the end Mother Nature has pity in the taking of your powers!! by Malcolm.E.Wheeldon 2005...Thank you all for your time and words...Peace Druidstorm!