You are your own master... and you are your own slave... you build your own kingdom and you sing your own rebel... You have the ocean but you sail the sky you grab the gold but you deal with lives You are humble and gentle yet cold as steel you are strong and slender yet soft to feel You are magnanimous and a coward deep inside you are a fool and a king open your eyes You are you who you think And you think what you are You are but nothing A mystical being and your mind has powers beyond the books and dreams of a young lad crossed on beams and yet you feel you drown and sway on the ground stand up and fight You will survive You have no punishment for all the faults you see You are a pathetic drafted seed But one day you will find How great the soul within is And you will live up to what you can be Remember always You are a Mystical Being And nobody dare snatch that away Because You are your own master... and you are your own slave...