Sri John

No blood to spill, no fear to run, the heart’s the only loaded
gun.
Metta march, we rise, we sing, let the bells of freedom ring,
Love’s the sword, the truth’s the spring, PANViA’s the
everything.
Metta march, no fear, no chains, through the fire, through the
rains,
Every soul will break the pains, love’s the tide that still
remains.
I saw a child with flowers in her hair, she smiled and said, “The
world’s to share.”
No king can rule what love can mend, the revolution’s where
we bend.
So take my hand, let’s walk the line, the future’s yours, the
future’s mine,
Metta’s the spark, the divine sign, PANViA’s the dream divine.
Metta march, we rise, we sing, let the bells of freedom ring,
Love’s the sword, the truth’s the spring, PANViA’s the
everything.
Metta march, no fear, no chains, through the fire, through the
rains,
Every soul will break the pains, love’s the tide that still
remains.
Metta march, don’t stop the flow, let the seeds of love still
grow,
In the heart, the truth will show, PANViA’s the way to go.