Gentle whispers, float through the fields
Jump! Move forward. Bow. Kneel.
Winds of wisdom, fly through the air
Catch it! Caress it! Relax, and stare.
There is no hope other than that what we make
We may fall apart someday, all of us may break
If we don't make our hope someday without regret
The opium in those wild African fields is the freedom
That you just might let