So the seeds that you once planted now are growing
and you're not so sure you like the fruit you taste
well its never too late to change
and there's a whole world to rearrange
but I don't believe we have much time to waste
I have heard you
crying out for freedom but the world won't hear
It keeps rollin on
makin you a slave to everything you fear
Too many voices, not enough fears
too little love, too many fears
leaving you with chains around your choice
and someone else is speaking with your voice
Whoa, the seeds that you once planted now are growing
and you're not so sure you like the fruit you taste
well its never too late to change
and there's a whole world to rearrange
but I don't believe we have much time to waste
I have seen you
spend a lifetime saving for a rainy day
and when it gets here
you just sit and cry and wonder why it is that way
well there are freer people, locked up in a prison
cause freedom starts there, when your mind has risen
above the things that bind you to the earth
and past the one's computing what you're worth
So the seeds that you once planted now are growing
and you're not so sure you like the fruit you taste
well its never too late to change
and there's a whole world to rearrange
but I don't believe we have much time to waste