out of the mountains

there is a wider liberty we seek
and words are needed to express the fire
this world belongs to others than the meek

no force is halted at the summer creek
the water will not this time rise higher
there is a wider liberty we seek

your meaning's hidden by the words you speak
and we know you too well as just a liar
this world belongs to others than the meek

too long we find the answers just so bleak
and not the sort of tool that we require
there is a wider liberty we seek

good hope turns out to be one more technique
leaving us all bespattered in the mire
this world belongs to others than the meek

if there's a vision it's that of the freak
and not the one to which you should aspire
there is a wider liberty we seek
this world belongs to others than the meek