Call me an unbeliever, maybe a skepticalnI just can't understand what seems to be above us allnSome people preach of glory, seeking a mysticalnWhy won't they realize the dream they seek controls them all?nnAcross each land and country, through nations big and smallnA force invisible, created by its own peoplenThey seek for good intentions, spreading what they think is rightnBut really all they ever do is bring a neverending fightnnWhy not make up our own minds?nWe all have nothing to hide..nnYou have it all down insidenNo one can tell you how to thinknIt's your heart and mindnYou have control of your lifenRiding on wings up to unbroken lightnnWaking up to a day of nothing, the mind is set to something toldnAnother dawn that has no worth, a hope adorned you can't beholdnWorking through each day for something that one day you think you'll earnnBut why waste time for something then, when everything now's for what you yearn?nnLife's too short to sit and crynOne day you live, another you diennYou have it all down insidenNo one can tell you how to thinknIt's your heart and mindnYou have control of your lifenRiding on wings up to unbroken lightnnYou have it all down insidenNo one can tell you how to thinknIt's your heart and mindnYou have control of your lifenRiding on wings up to unbroken lightnnYou have it all down insidenAnd you have control of your lifenNo one can tell younJust leave all your worriesnAnd free your mindnAgain..