I strike out and I bring the world with me,
Discovering new worlds and ways to live —
I fight against those who won’t let me be
To prosper and to have enough to give.
My tulip fields spread out in red and gold
And prosper as I cultivate my land.
And you who have this feeling, strike out bold
And fearless — grasp onto the unseen hand
That guides those who can feel its touch enrich
And make aware. We all survive each season…