Same Old Story

Born to open for
 Mankind nature's door
 A life known by a few
 And those who knew that shared
 Their knowledge fewer cared
 About what plants could do
 For most felt it was mad to conceive
 That plants thought, felt, and moved quite like we
 But with instruments Bose would devise
 Would take science itself by a surprise, so
 On we go to where who knows
 To a place where there's still non-believers
 What will it take for heaven sake
 For those who find what's real too hard to believe in
 It's that same old story again
 Born of slaves who died
 Too soon to realize
 The need his life would be
 Selflessly he gave
 His wisdom to a way
 Where first no minds would see
 He said if farm land was to be rich
 We must plant crops to replenish it
 But it took him persuasion and tests
 To convince them Canver's way was best, so
 On we go to where who knows
 To a place where there's still non-believers
 What will it take for heaven sake
 For those who find what's real too hard to believe in
 It's that same old story again