a summer's day in sixty-eight
sunlight through a window falls across the page
a young boy tries to concentrate

his mind would rather fly beyond the classroom cage
he can take the teacher's voice
turn it into music from another place

all the other kids don't have that choice
hanging on to every word the teacher says


day and night - we will be touched
standing in the light - don't shadow the genius


so out of school he walks alone
soon his thoughts are flowing like a golden stream
an empty house he calls his own

this place becomes a temple to a silent dream
sometimes he will clap and sing
then deep in meditation he will learn to be

and only birds upon the wing
with upward fascination claim to be so free


day and night - we will be touched
standing in the light - don't shadow the genius


your smile, your freedom
comes to you from within
still a child with a reason

you're afraid but it's time to begin
blow the wind of change
though the words are strange - to hear

say what's on your mind
now is not the time - for fear


a summer's day in eight-one
sunlight through a window falls across the page
a young man's fight has just begun

and rising up inside him is a burning rage
they called his dream a fantasy
a song that every child has sung since time began

but just as long as he believes
standing in the light he'll make them understand