Verse 1:
Its a vision or an ideal
Distorted by memory

Building up hot it would feel
When life creates a turn for me


Chorus:
Hope makes us happy so we sing


Verse 2:
My mind bends photons
In every vision

If ideal and real are protons
Then I am nuclear fission


Verse 3:
Another place, another time
Hope of the altered existence

A more perfect rhythm's rhyme
Against unfaltered insistence