Times Of Change - Magna Carta

Times of change nothing can stand alone

Times of change nothing to call your own nothing to call your own

Can’t you see fading dreams of yesterday

You were free running from reality

Everybody restless, living in a suitcase

everybody shrinking, searching for a new face

children in a dungeon, looking for the sunrise

blind to the eyes of the world

I would go where no one asks my name

and I would know the face of friend or enemy

Listen to the newsman, singing of the progress

easy ways of living, don’t listen to the hopless

spoon fed minds full of plastic illusion

sometimes caring when you wake them

Times of change nothing can stand alone

Times of change nothing to call your own nothing to call your own