We are like prisoners From birth made to believe That everyday experience Is all there is One rebel prisoner escapes Into the daylight And finds out there is A better place To see form beyond trivial scenes Is to appreciate the finer things To become golden rulers In a society of silvers Is to know to experience directly? Raise your head or become bewitched If you have seen such beauty You have met it as a form Such forms are for the masters And leave the rest forlorn For those who spot the features That make us all unique Rewards will be forthcoming And remain present for time To become golden rulers In a society of silvers Is to know to experience directly? Raise your head or become bewitched The way things pan out Will depend on the way that we view them For those that look on The forms will show their beauty Will show their beauty Will show us all