(Jon Anderson/Chris Squire) On the silent wings of freedom Where I ofer myself midst the balancing of the sun On the winds of celestial seasons That would carry me on, midst the balance of being one On the dream of our love eternal That will eventually bring our living once more with you Where we are coming from Or where we go We only know e come with sound Where we are coming from Or where we go We only know we go around and around On the back of your forty-second screamdown Do you choose to be lost midst the challenge of being one On the flight of regardless feelings As you hurtle to fear midst the challenge of everyone On the darkest night so painful Do you hunger for love midst the torture of being one On the passing light of easing Have you seen you inside midst the being of everyone To the common goal of freedom Where we offer ourselves midst the balancing of the sun Where we are coming froom Or where we go We only know we come with sound Where we are coming from Or where we go We only know we go around and around --------------------------------------------------------------- -+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+ Eric Wincentsen 267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu Glendale Community College, Glendale, Arizona "Why can I do this? Because we got the bombs. Two words: Nuclear f#$king Weapons!" -Dennis Leary, "Asshole" +-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-+-