I just moved into a new world / where there’s room for everyone / Mr. Chang please take a seat / Mr. Washington come over and sit down / when your working day is done / Senora Ramirez here are the keys / you can take my heart and turn it on / whenever you want to feel the breeze / little animals and plants / I think there’s more than enough sun / please come and sit down inside this new world / where there’s room / for everyone.

Crossing borders is always going to be tough / but the man afraid of crossing them / will never be man enough / to claim the life that he’s always wanted to live / and at the end of the day / all he’ll ever really have / are his own little criticisms / to give.

Good intentions are always the first stop / on the way to my detention / locked up in a house full of bad vibrations / this is the kind of paradox / that could shatter the nations / try to do good / and get evil in return / it is only the young at heart / that will never learn.

If you’ve ever been around / you’ve probably heard of Struggletown / we call this place our home / because it’s the only place we’ve ever know / we hear of cities afar / where the people have been blessed by a star / but that is not the life that we lead / each day is a desperate day / indeed / one day I’ll soon go down / and dig in the dirt / until I’m safe underground / if no trace of me ever gets found / then you can put the blame / on Struggletown.

There is no animal more dangerous / than the awakened mind / you can try to bind it / but it won’t stay down / you can attempt to dim it / but it will still continue to shine / once you turn it on / you can never turn it off / even a nuclear bomb / cannot compare to the power / that is contained inside of one awakened mind / and there is nothing in this world / that is harder to find.

This is a field of grain / not of human pain / the incinerators stood here in the past / but they weren’t meant to last / what must burn things down / must be burned down / and what must remain / must remain / this is the human heart I speak of / returning like a field of grain / what must burn things down / must be burned down / and what will remain then / will remain / this is the human heart I speak of / still standing like a field of grain.

I happened to hear the echo of waves / bouncing off of them / and returning to the sea / what will be / is not what has been / but it will happen again / just as it has happened before / I stood beneath the roar / of the distant pasts / and the possibilities / and I found myself lost on the shore / not knowing which were my friends / and which were my enemies.