The future lays unwritten
by hands that held power in the past
mouths of those who listened find voices in the words you've lost
the cracks that have begun to show will be the wings on which we soar
so pass a tool prise it open and a pen to write the future now

Stone in the water for every choice a consequence
like a ripple to the shore for every move can you defend
these dreams we've rolled over again in our fingers can begin
if we seek to live by a society we want to create

Chorus:
There an opening lies
there a hook to hold us
there an end that finds
a start to reasonings of a new kinds

Our minds were enticed first by colours that kept our hearts at bay
then secondly were taught to compete and not co-operate
the ones who possess little are much less possessed so praise be to a
moderate poverty and everything else is unnecessary