They say life is simple if we choose to ignore the fire that opens our eyes to a burning sun. Some path dictated by a picture tube, handed down by a nation long asleep will never be ok for me. I'd rather burn in flames than close my eyes and sacrifice what life means to me. I'd rather not fit in than lose my name and be the same as the world around me. It's so hard for one to find himself in a world made by someone else, you've got to close your eyes to see. Truth is found in the way you live, it's not handed down, it's nothing they can give. Find your own road, so you can be free. As I was walking home through my stagnant world, my grandfather's words came to me. Firm and warm they rang, straight to my heart they sang, awakening my senses letting me breathe. He sang of hills and sky and of the days gone by and how this old world didn't mean a thing. He sang to the sky above that all we need is love and this old world can get us down. We've got to learn what's down inside, we've got to learn to turn the tide. We've gotta be free. We've gotta share desire, we've gotta fight the liar, we've got to be free. We've got to stand together through dark and stormy weather. We've got to feel the fire, we've got to face the liar. We've got to love the others as sisters and as brothers we've got to learn to use it, we've got to never lose it.