A new day dawns, and I look towards the sun

                The mountains soar high into the air

                The birds sing and the river runs

                The wind gently blows my hair

                As I stand on my mighty mountain

                I begin to shout; I begin to chant

                The words come forth as if my mouth is a fountain

                I spread my message to all I can

                I write for the world, then wait and listen

                To see if anyone replies

                To change the world, that is my mission

                That I must strive for until I die.