If i had the power to field the seeds of time

Or redress the traditions we robed with crass

I'd awaken a nation whose dream died in its lie

To fly homebound and change the stars

If i could find the groves where my forefathers lay

And resurrect the visions they left behind

So i could call on my fellow brothers and sisters graves

For it is their world and so should decide

If perhaps you could listen to the sounds of the cowhide drum

To the cries that echo from the mudwalled hut

To the blazing hiss of the scorching sun

Or the rhythmic beat of the burdened heart

I would revisit the days we played as kids

Or relieve my lost childhood with a lighter heart

I'd know to cherish the innocence the world forbids

To use it now and change the stars.