To put a name on it Would be to nail the age of anxiety To put a mask on it Would be to hide the face of your empathy To put a wheel on it Would be to steer the one with integrity To put a spin on it Would be to change the way that life must rotate I salute your kindness I bow down To your good will To put a light on it Would be to force the truth of uncertainty To put a weight on it Would be to mould the answer deceivingly To put a lead on it Would be to give yourself authority To put a stop to it Would be to change the way that we must rotate I salute your kindness I bow down To your good will (I bow down, I bow down, I bow down, I bow down) I salute your kindness I bow down To your good will