| A rush sweeps by on the wind. Bare feet feel the thunder below. We'll stand there in awe at what we've created. A revolution came and the people saw, the squallering fools saw the past a jesture a thing to laugh at. How could man have become so foolish? Now we are overwhelmed with love and see only beauty. This is what I dream what I pray for. Come now, a thousand voices whisper tonight... pray with me. Our torches were lit we took to the streets and bellowed "Give us Peace, give us love, give us joy, or give us death" |