I'll plant a seed beneath my feet some day
and breathe into it energy some day
I'll firm its soil with a dance
and pray the sky will shine its lamp
I'll water it with heartfelt love
and some day, I'll awake
I'll pack a bag beneath the stars
when some day comes
and grip it when the missiles charge
when some day comes
I'll tend to it with utmost care
A slavery to its perfection
Some day, I'll awake...
I'll cry because I have the faith
that man can change his ugly ways
I'll throw away the bag and seed
for no one owns what we all need
I'll begin, without, within
searching, seeking, seeing
Endless endeavors