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