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