We are dreamers maybe schemers
We struggle and we strive
Sometimes reject or try to fight
That from somewhere drive
That makes the words pour forth
Makes the ideas sometimes spew
Maybe makes the world look
From a slightly different view
We are winners we are losers
We are nothing we are all
We are every body and nobody
But we can't evade that call
We are minstrels we are poets
We sing from different song sheets
We don't fit any generalisations
Any categories precise and neat
And we speak for the people
Speak for the whole
And we speak from the heart
And we speak from the soul
We speak about horror
And we talk of beauty
This need to speak
An almost sacred duty
Sometimes we laugh
Some times we cry
But we tell it as it is
Or at least we try
We are dreamers maybe schemers
We struggle and we strive
And we scream at the world
It's so good to be alive
