the days of future dreams the flames once rose high
thinking our lives would end up supreme
thinking our future seemed a far of dream
but in the end nothing is what it seems
many times the winds of changed has blown this way
one minute we`re lapping the cream
the next it`s all yell and scream
but now the ones who wave their banners high
say they hold the future in their hand
and tell me they have the plan
to change the world...to change common man
thinking they`re rebirthing a closed and stagnant mind
and know what's best for all these lands
but do they have foresight to understand?
they just diss those that has gone before them
but heed the experiences from the past
they know what it was like to be steadfast
and that single-mindedness will not pass
now our once ideals are
so very stained
and our river flows with the blame