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