Somehow I turn around and seeMy nerves break down insideMaybe you might know much more than meSo tell me what is right to sayDown the weakness of my soulLie the secrets, and I knowThere's something pushing backWish my hands could turn to goldAnd my heart would break the coldTo give my thoughts some senseThe turn is close, new centuryStill people think they're kingsNow you've got your voice,Your own speechDon't wait 'till someone else agreesSwimming naked of beliefsAnd responsibilitiesJust feel the sea of blissMother nature brings to meIn fantastic purityEverything I needLike a teenager discoveryWhat's more delightful than this?Try to remember how good it wasFeeling the life as it isTo believe!New world was born out of man's dreamsNow we walk on our ownThe angels cried, you've heard them weepBut now it's time to make them sing!