Good shines in all as our quality makes us drawn,
To care for our race, when trouble becomes our taste.
We all are Earth Angels loving with Miracle of sight,
Because we can rise above the rest, and conquer our resistance in flight.
Our hearts connect with love as we know we are white doves,
As my feathers are the same,
Divine human earth plane.
We fight one day to rule, and be the next Golden age as our new tool,
As God be good grace, for the new chapter,