When your dreaming seems like ending And you've nothing more to say From the shelter of the silence That is yours in every way, Then you take your last solution In the twinkling of an eye And you place it in your children's hands And you stand and you watch it die – That's when you lift it to the sun And you blow it hard and you blow it blind, And you don't see where it's landed And I believe you do not mind – You do not mind, you do not mind... When your children's hands lie bleeding On the young and tender grass, You magnify your discontent And you cannot let it pass. So you take a stone in your good hand And you throw it at the sky And your cause is riding on that stone And you wave your cause goodbye - That's when you lift it to the sun And you blow it hard and you blow it blind, And you don't see where it's landed And I believe you do not mind – You do not mind, you do not mind...