He has an idea in his head br An idea that he knows the Truth br An idea that God believes in him br An idea the rest of us can never understand. br br These ideas sleep perfectly well br Inside his tiny, couching world br And we with all our wisdom br Cannot break the silence in his mind br The cold knock of anger in his heart br We cannot win a battle we were br Never meant to wage br And yet we must enjoin br With all the courage of our br Ancient love. br br And through this love, conquer br Even death, so idly taken br Cannot stop the pulse of dreams br The suns of our tomorrows br Yet rising, ever boldly br The soul of human be br Intact.