When the mind begins to stretch outwards,
like an ever-flowing stream;
Expanding out in the quest
of a long-suppressed dream.

When logic loses its sting
and reality binds no more;
When emotions lash the mind
like waves on the sea-shore.

When beauty comes back to the soul
and baseness does not bind;
When hatred loses its jarring din
and love rules in the mind.

When hope comes back to free our minds
from the shackles of despair;
When bindings seem to be no more
and freedom is in the air.

When all we have is the real us,
and our hearts do not attempt;
To conceal the beauty within them
from the cruel world’s contempt.

When God comes down and lives in us,
when truth once again reigns;
Then hopes of deliverance come to the world
easing its despair and pains.