There once was a dream of a place
Where to even utter it aloud carried a death sentence or something much much worse
It was hidden on the sleeves of all those who knew
Flee this tyranny, and flee they did
And the land became the dream
To conquer and seize
A piece to have and own
Atrocities were carried out in service to the dream
Hypocrisy flourished in the name of a loving God
Trampling all those who disagreed
Freedom gained on the backs of human animals
Over the years history was washed clean by the blood of their victims
Children learned the stories of those who fought to protect the dream
They were remembered and enshrined as heroes and patriots
This dream still lives today but only as a whisper
As fresh as the morning mist
That vanishes in the hot midday sun
When tyrants, aristocrats, and peasants lose their way
Sleep, make a living, and chase the dream
To dare to awaken carries a death sentence or something much much worse
