In times gone past we used to play
With abandon. We experimented.
We vowed we’d never settle down
Become complacent or contented
Everything seemed possible
Reality just one calibration
Of potential, possible worlds
Each one a sheer sensation
The world was a bright, clean canvas
For the ink of our imagination
Knowing we could make the world
We laboured at its creation
But along the way complacency crept in
And we lost our special flow
One by one the sparks in our hearts died
And why we’ll never know
But I’ll hazard a rough guess
And it’s worth heeding what here's stated
What’s worthwhile in life is lost
When what’s wild is domesticated
The times that came gave us the idea of war
We accepted it. We became rank and file citizens
Became wrapped up in the politics
The world became a spoiled canvas
Destroyed by cruel imaginations
Knowing they could break they world
They ripped the petals off its carnations
It nevertheless remains that we
Will one day throw off the yoke
To dwell once more in amity
And live in dreams bespoke
I'll hazard a rough guess
And it's worth heeding what here's stated
What's worthwhile in life comes back
When we realise that dreams are created
What comes next is chaos and rebellion
We go wantonly. We dedicate ourselves
To joyful revolution, against tyranny
To put life back in to good health
The world becomes unified again
And not in the imperial way
But in the way all souls are friends
And borders die and go away
The world becomes a canvas new
Ready to take a splash of art
Adorned with colour and beauty
A fresh and fruitful start
Along the way we will regain our voice
And sing and play like children
happy music will make them rejoice
And let them dwell in freedom
I'll hazard a rough guess
And say this time is near
Because more spirits are learning to say bless
And make their spiritual bars disappear