Steve Hackett

I’m on my way, I’m stronger than before
The times I’ve been down
I’ve swept the ocean floor
Like a flower slow to open
I do believe I’ve been this way before
It’s every man’s fantasy to win victory
The world at his feet with songs of glory
The man seems smaller the child stands taller
Now I know that what you sow you reap
And every day at last must die in sleep