I know a place
Where the wind blows pure
Where the water flows clear
Where the wild flower grows
Where everything lives if you know how to see it
Where everything speaks if you know how to listen.
I know a place
Where there is no war
Where there is no hate
Where there is no fear
Where healing comes with the sunrise.
You know a place
Where there is no pain
Where there is no challenge
Where there is no growth
Where there is no glory
Where there is no way out.
Both places exist in the same reality.
Mine calls for me to sacrifice my very soul
My very safety,
All that i would save to insure my safety...
Safety in a world that knows no peace;
Is there such a thing?
In your place,
They put life inside a glass box
And look at it day and night;
They measure it,
They treasure it,
They protect it at all costs.
They take great care
To destroy anything that appears to threaten it...
They build walls and make restrictions.
Each restriction makes a hole in the box.
While the busy bees continue to build walls
In order to protect their beautiful treasure,
It leaks out, unnoticed, onto the floor.
When They finally realize, horrified,
That They're walking around on top of that which They tried so hard to preserve,
They begin frantically plugging up the holes They made
With more holes, and more, and more.
Meanwhile, the life evaporates into the wind,
Their efforts all in vain,
For the fool that boxes up all life
Will surely find himself standing at the very same end
As every other fool who gave up his freedom for safety.
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I know a place
Where the wind blows pure
Where the water flows clear
Where the wild flower grows;
Where everything with a spirit has a place
Where there is nothing you can't leave behind.
I know a place
Where you can climb every mountain,
And weather every storm;
Where you know every story,
And mend all that is torn.
I know a secret
Where worlds are hidden deep...
Both our places are really only one.
The only difference lies
In between our eyes...
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