I feel the cosmic making my soul electric//
Every chord instantly banked in the back of my head//
I'm talking about the kind that get on top of roofs and yell for freedom//
The ones that wouldn't back down from a Roman legion//
What you'd rather hear, we'd rather feel//
Yeah you hear, but you're not one to listen//
To hear, is for your antennas to be able to pick it up//
To listen, is to be able to dissect and focus on the sounds//
To be able to remember when that beautiful noise is no longer around//
She's not vanished, just chose a different background setting//
At the end of the day, we all know the path to greatness//
What separates us is the experience from the mistake//
The lesson from what we take//
What we make of the opportunities we create//
Instead what we do is count the disadvantages//
Instead of taking what we can manage and practice that religiously//
We ponder on the discrepancies and let that flood our courage//
Let your dreams turn reality, let your colors flourish//
Everybody is a diamond in the rough//
You just have to search for the sands from which you come from//
Day in day out, master what the bitter call doubt//
When the rain comes, use the aftermath//
And when the bridge forms, cross it don't just stare//
Stare down at the journey you conquered, the expedition you hunted day and night for//
The freedom blues you yelled for//