From planted feet Sprout roots too deep To flee the creep That spooks the sheep And through their veins Shall run the sap The substance fear Maintains the trap Well it's high time That we realised That our time high's Not our real eyes Our trip to nowhere Starts and ends Where roots are laid For growing pains Don't view the world Grow around you Grow around the world From your view No up or down Misfortune, grace Face every way Weigh every face