She is from the wind she says With her gentle breeze She's from the sea she says With her endless depths She's from the universe she says With her cosmic consciousness She is all these things you can see but she's so much more She is more More Than what you see On your TV screen In your magazines She's like an ancient queen She's like the soul supreme She's like a walking dream She's like pure thoughts and moon beams I desire to love her truly But you see Vanity is how we view thee We've been trained just to see only the outer beauty What fails to be seen are her winds and her stars and her seas Oh my Lord I want more Oh my Lord I want more I want more I want more than what they're giving us I want more I want more More More More More Than what I see On my TV screens In my magazines I want the realest things I want what no one sees I want you in the trees I want you in the stars And in your deepest seas