There has got to be a world

Where the gravity is right

Where the shade of day is equaled

By the brilliance of the night

Where the mountains strike as boldly

As the deepest ocean blue

Where a word once spoken softly

Is a man’s mark counted true

Somewhere I know a land exists

That is neither bought nor sold

A place where lonely wanderers

Find hand and hearth and hold

No river passes by unfelt

Or never meets the sea

No line is ever drawn between

What is and what should be

And somewhere on the edge of vision

A figure strides along unseen

We know the stones that twist the feet

Are hidden in the pleasant green

And in their head a voice is heard

That oddly sounds a lot like mine

Yet speaks the thoughts they thought their own

And hopes for their own heart’s design