Return to the realization of self

I am the flow and I am the ebb
We are the weavers, we are the web

We are the needle, they are the thread
We are the masters, back from the dead

Weavers, weavers,
We are weevers, controlers of life.
Weave, weave, weaveing the truth
Out of the yellow falling rain.
Weaveing the hope of a new tomorrow.
Filling your cup once again

[OMITTED], weave Your circle tight
With a web of yellow light
Earth and Air and Fire and Water
Bind you to our light.

Everything is explained above.