Litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto
Vi superum, saevae memorem Iunonis ob iram
Multa quoque et bello passus, dum conderet urbem
Arma virumque cano, Troiae qui primus ab oris
Italiam fato profugus Laviniaque venit
All that's known
In history, in science
Overthrown
At school, at home, by blind men
You doubt them
And soon they bark and hound you
Till everything you say is just
Another bad about you
All they say
Is 'Trust in what is written'
Wars are made
And somehow that is wisdom
Thought is suspect
And money is their idol
And nothing is okay unless
It's scripted in their Bible
But I know
There's so much more to find
Just in lookin' through myself
And not at them
Still, I know
To trust my own true mind
And to say
'There's a way through this'
On I go
To wonder and to learning
Name the stars
And know their dark returning
I'm calling
To know the world's true yearning
The hunger that a child feels
For everything they're shown
You watch me
Just watch me
I'm calling
And one day all will know
You watch me
Just watch me
I'm calling
I'm calling
And one day all will know

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