a summer's day in sixty-eight sunlight through a window falls across the page a young boy tries to concentrate his mind would rather fly beyond the classroom cage he can take the teacher's voice turn it into music from another place all the other kids don't have that choice hanging on to every word the teacher says day and night - we will be touched standing in the light - don't shadow the genius so out of school he walks alone soon his thoughts are flowing like a golden stream an empty house he calls his own this place becomes a temple to a silent dream sometimes he will clap and sing then deep in meditation he will learn to be and only birds upon the wing with upward fascination claim to be so free day and night - we will be touched standing in the light - don't shadow the genius your smile, your freedom comes to you from within still a child with a reason you're afraid but it's time to begin blow the wind of change though the words are strange - to hear say what's on your mind now is not the time - for fear a summer's day in eight-one sunlight through a window falls across the page a young man's fight has just begun and rising up inside him is a burning rage they called his dream a fantasy a song that every child has sung since time began but just as long as he believes standing in the light he'll make them understand