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A summer's day in sixty-eight |
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Sunlight through a window falls across the page |
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A young boy tries to concentrate |
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His mind would rather fly beyond the classroom cage |
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He can take the teacher's voice |
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Turn it into music from another place |
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All the other kids don't have that choice |
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Hanging on to every word the teacher says |
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Day and night - we will be touched |
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Standing in the light - don't shadow the genius |
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So out of school he walks alone |
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Soon his thoughts are flowing like a golden stream |
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An empty house he calls his own |
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This place becomes a temple to a silent dream |
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Sometimes he will clap and sing |
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Then deep in meditation he will learn to be |
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And only birds upon the wing |
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With upward fascination claim to be so free |
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Day and night - we will be touched |
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Standing in the light - don't shadow the genius |
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Your smile, your freedom |
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Comes to you from within |
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Still a child with a reason |
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You're afraid but it's time to begin |
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Blow the wind of change |
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Though the words are strange - to hear |
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Say what's on your mind |
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Now is not the time - for fear |
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A summer's day in eight-one |
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Sunlight through a window falls across the page |
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A young man's fight has just begun |
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And rising up inside him is a burning rage |
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They called his dream a fantasy |
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A song that every child has sung since time began |
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But just as long as he believes |
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Standing in the light he'll make them understand |
