Do you ever stop believing in the power of the human race? Do you ever start perceiving, in the image in the mirror a decided fall from grace? It's a product of your disconnected state As we turn into our fathers, as we strive to hold our deepest fears at bay Crashing headlong into others, blind to consequence, blind to any other way Simply doing what we must to make our way Well I say... Look inside You will find A hidden world of innocence and wonder Sanctuary, boat to carry you Across the river wide All you ever had to do was look inside I can hear the skeptics screaming, "Take your guitar and your pseudo-hippy pose Platitudes ain't got no bearing on the myth of my existence Or the weight of my own woes And the misery that only my heart knows." But I say...