Woorden: Moody Blues. A Question Of Balance. The Balance.

After he had journeyed and his feet were sore
And he was tired, he came upon an orange grove
And he rested and he lay in the cool
And while he rested, he took to himself an orange and tasted it

And it was good and he felt the earth to his spine
And he asked, and he saw the tree above him and the stars
And the veins in the leaf and the light and the balance
And he saw magnificent perfection
Whereon he thought of himself in balance and he knew he was

Just open your eyes and realize the way it's always been
Just open your mind and you will find
The way it's always been, just open your heart
And that's a start

And he thought of those he angered for he was not a violent man
And he thought of those he hurt for he was not a cruel man
And he thought of those he frightened for he was not an evil man
And he understood, he understood himself

Upon this he saw that when he was of anger or knew hurt or felt fear
It was because he was not understanding
And he learned compassion

And with his eye of compassion
He saw his enemies like unto himself
And he learned love, then he was answered

Just open your eyes and realize the way it's always been
Just open your mind and you will find
The way it's always been, just open your heart
And that's a start