The future lays unwritten by hands that held power in the past mouths of those who listened find voices in the words you've lost the cracks that have begun to show will be the wings on which we soar so pass a tool prise it open and a pen to write the future now
Stone in the water for every choice a consequence like a ripple to the shore for every move can you defend these dreams we've rolled over again in our fingers can begin if we seek to live by a society we want to create
Chorus: There an opening lies there a hook to hold us there an end that finds a start to reasonings of a new kinds
Our minds were enticed first by colours that kept our hearts at bay then secondly were taught to compete and not co-operate the ones who possess little are much less possessed so praise be to a moderate poverty and everything else is unnecessary
