Lyrics

Flowers blooming, they're assuming That we don't know who we are But they're learning that we're burning With the light of something known as love Wonder what they think they see When they stop and stare I have got my freedom, what now is my plan? Cities glisten, won't someone listen? Trying to find my cry for peace But they look inside their book Trying to find their golden fleece They might never find what's really in their mind Their golden fleece could be peace Their golden fleece could be peace