You will be born into a strange and desolate place   It will be called, 'The average home'   The times will be restless and full of uncertainty   It will be full of violence, the end of the century      You will silently question this of your mother   As you drink your milk, and you watch her move away   And there will be no answer   You will begin the long process of shutting down      Your countenance will reflect less light   And later when you look at pictures of yourself   You will wonder, you will give up your backbone to the T.V.   And you will accept a value system      Putting forth lies and hatred and intolerance   As acceptable in the name of love   No one will step forward from the shadows saying   "Expect this, it's part of the path"      You will discover drugs and alcohol   And you will have a good time   You will have a good time for a long, long time   And you will have a good, good time for a long, long   Oh way too long time      And you will rush headlong towards your   Bottom line in an instinctive attempt to heal yourself   You will finally go to AA to learn   What you should have learned in Sunday school      And then you will give yourself permission to cry   And you will cry and cry   And your friends will move away nervously   And you'll feel like a fool      And you will be alone, and no one will step forward   From the Shadows saying   "The journey forward includes movement   Through despair and darkness"      And you will be gathering strength   Even if you don't understand   And certain words like love and integrity and intensity   Will be drawn into your spine      And then one day      You will look up and you will look over   You will look up and you will look over   And you will get up and you will go over   And you will turn off the T.V      Precious candles   Your light is your own