My own fingers were the bars these hands the walls But the prison of imagination falls The freedom of imagination rises Opening hands and eyes to life's surprises When we are free to see as we were meant to See then to be as we were meant to be who Though we may not know it have always been free Those who lock us up are only you and me But the prison of imagination falls Realizing we are free to our surprise Your own fingers are the bars those hands the walls Let the freedom of imagination rise Open your eyes realizing you are who You are when you were meant to be then go do Whatever it may be in your heart to see Happen whoever you may happen to be And however far you go is not too far Make it happen now be happy how you are +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII