To only say the words
And make it right again
bring light, and change,
Bring back what has been
This place a mess
Dragged down and torn asunder
By vice, and greed, and rich men’s blunders
Hope’s candle set aflame, yet in vain we seek to see
The other side, the lighter side, of strife and misery
That flame still burns, in many a weary heart,
And yet time will pass before we see it start
The raging fire of revolution and change,
A sweeping movement, brought about by
Long suppressed fear, and struggle, and pain.
For first time in generations, tomorrow’s dawn seems darker
For our children, and our grandchildren,
Left are many years again until they prosper.
And yet, hope still burns, a feeble little candle
Out of reach of the storm, behind foggy glass,
sitting upon the mantle.
Protected by love, kept safe in the hearts of many
Again they’ll come around,
All the days of plenty