The world is dark
though it's light
In the storm of evil
the birds took flight
Searching the land
looking for some rest
because the dark dreamer
has destroy their nest
The rainbow is gone
though we've shed many tears
The hovering demons
gripping us with fears
The politics of the world were design to fail
Held by poverty
bound by hell
They say we don't have a right to dream
though we have eyes
Harassed by potbelly men
waiting for our demise
What's the purpose of trying to dream
if we are not allowed to sleep?
They have plucked out our eyes...
cut off our feet
While the world stands around and play
Another thousand didn't make it
at the end of the day
Though we're separated by land or tides...
if you listen to the wind
you'll hear our cries