In this mad mind
Of a sane boy
In this way of majesty
In a poor broken down dream
In this life that
The dead continue to ridicule us of
In this fear
That the brave seem to have
The likeliness of the
well being of those
That are in this world
The title that is given
To the easily misunderstood
Effects in in this lifestyle
The opportunities that is given
Are limited to only those
Those in the right life
The tenderness of the roughest hand
Is hidden by the conformity
In this American way
In this place of lost
There is a found solution
In this thought of pain
There is a joyous expression
In this treasured land
There is something still hidden
In this beautiful blossom
There is still but a hideous seed
If there was a way
Then who could we call upon
In this land of great turmoil
If we were evolved from ectoplasmatic scum
Then what developed the love
In this scientific age
If we were created in His image
Then why is there teasing
In this year of ignorance
If there is such realization
Then why is it still hiding
In this last confusion
Shall we ever be
Happy
In this depression injected place
Shall we ever be
Aware
In this ignorant enthused area?
If in this we are to be happy
Then in this we must unite
To truly be in this together
If in this we are to be together
Then in this we must cooperate
To truly be in this with ease
If in this we are to be aware
Then in this we must learn
To truly be in this with broadened horizons
If in this we are to be with broadened horizons
Then in this we must increase our understanding
To truly be in this with love
