When your dreaming seems like ending
And you've nothing more to say
From the shelter of the silence
That is yours in every way,
Then you take your last solution
In the twinkling of an eye
And you place it in your children's hands
And you stand and you watch it die –
That's when you lift it to the sun
And you blow it hard and you blow it blind,
And you don't see where it's landed
And I believe you do not mind –
You do not mind, you do not mind...
When your children's hands lie bleeding
On the young and tender gra**,
You magnify your discontent
And you cannot let it pa**.
So you take a stone in your good hand
And you throw it at the sky
And your cause is riding on that stone
And you wave your cause goodbye -
That's when you lift it to the sun
And you blow it hard and you blow it blind,
And you don't see where it's landed
And I believe you do not mind –
You do not mind, you do not mind...