I sit in silence, all alone;

have I got wise, or just not grown?

Is solitude a state of mind

or separation from my kind?

I don’t fit here, I don’t fit there,

seems I don’t fit anywhere.

Am I at fault, is my path wrong;

it comes to me from some deep song.

World is changing, so must I

the change is coming from the sky.

‘Twill be a flash, a change of tone

and unified we’ll stand alone.

What will then pass will set us free,

the life of now will no longer be

for freedom’s just another word

so often spoke but never heard.