I dream of better lands than Netherlands'
Cutthroat world in my palms, it sever hands
Opportunity flies into my life, it never lands
Several fans cover where the weather spans
Whether sands of time go up or down, matters not
I am solid as a Saturn rock, and I pad the lock...
...That seals my door to the future, glad I got,
A heart of gold, a part to hold to my darkened soul
It could spark the hole, it was mined from...
...Gases, I accessed it and saw this sign come
Now the flowers bloom and make me and time, one
My body is a fire that beats a rhythm of a lined drum