Love in the heart!

How many roads must a man walk down
cultivate your hunger before you idealize
how many seas must a white dove sail
motivate your anger to make them realize
my friend, The answer is blowing in the wind
my knee is still shaking like i was twelve
sneaking out the class room by the back door
waiting is wasting for people like me
don't try to live so wise
don't dry with fakes or fears
dreams are dreams
I still got my soul
breach your soul
reach yourself before you gloom
you still are blind if you see the winding road.
Think you own whatever land you land on
Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
You can own the Earth and still all you'll own is earth