In the days ahead, you will grow, not aware at all that
time and space have left you behind.
And then many days will come, in light and dark turning the space you see
into motion, moving you, changing you, leading you
reminding you of the past.
And then at last the grass, the trees, the breeze brings
you to the space of grace, the smile on your face radiates
in blues, and greens, and all things seem to be a dream...
And now, the day has come reminding you of the
future, the grass, the breeze, the tree's
are free like me.
