Breathe easy, young one. The time will come Where the moon will arise And hold hands with the sun. Go to the fields Where the golden grains yield wisdom For the young.
Open your arms, Release the bound. Open your skies, Erase our doubt. Open our hearts, Erase out doubt, Open our mouths And we'll sing out.
Take it your hands Dirt of this fertile land And throw it to the wind. Carry it far Heal the wounded, heal the scarred In lands near and far
At night I lie awake, I don't want to put away the day, Now that I'm I wake I see what I've laid to waste.
Open your arms, Release the bound. Open your skies, Erase our doubt. Open our hearts, Erase out doubt, Open our mouths And we’ll sing out.