My experience is slim, and my knowledge is small
Sometimes I think I know nothing at all
And I reason, "If I know so little, who am I to say
Why the world is, and why it is this way?"
But then I think, I look really hard
I try to find
What I know
I look deep down inside my head
I search to find
What I know
I know I want to be free
I know I want to live
I know I want the truth
I know I must give
I know to be free
I know I have chosen a light
It may not be anyone else's
But I still search for what is right
That's what I know
