As I lay here

Consumed by my own fear

I look around

And I gaze at the man coming near

He stares back at me as if Ive been found

But I am not lost, only bound

Bound to the old (beliefs)

Bound to the greed

Bound to the gold

I am quaking in fear

With old ideas at my core

And he, standing high

With open-minded change in his heart

But why?

Why am I dull and poor

And he, as rich and smart as Mozart?

As I lay here

Consumed by my own fear

I start to sing for change