peace, a gentle wind blows free
more free than the air i breath
in this world of corruption and greed
is there freedom, where can it be
in a Universe based on random
what is there that can make me free
society has created burdens
pushing for efficiency
to escape society is to be free
become a savage, one with the land
never taking what it will not give
protecting it from harm within
no more deadlines, debts or dues
only seeing, wondering, thinking
seeing for the first time the land around you
the beauty and innocence aweing
for in this world of corruption and greed
is this innocence, this peace, this... life