It’s a Dream that our Dreams
Become a true Reality
A Real Actuality
A truly blissful life we lead
And I don’t choose to take the lead
But hope someday you’ll follow me.
Oh, lately it’s been going wrong
And no one sees or hears the playing song
It’s like we’ve been off-beat so long
Our minds have been away too long
And so we simply dance along to the same old rhythm
But I won’t go quietly
If I can’t dance to my own beat
Oh no I won’t go with ‘em.
We’re programmed to know defeat
We don’t respond we just repeat
The things we’ve seen on TV screens
But if my thoughts aren’t mine to speak
And in my words you hear defeat
Then what’s the point in being free?
What’s my life without the me?
I can’t even imagine.
There’s too much lost before it’s told.
There’s so much ground above the gold.
It’s not our lives, they want our souls.
I can’t even imagine.
So don’t ask, don’t tell
Just keep your thoughts a secret.
If found out, oh well, I guess you had to speak it.
I won’t ask, won’t tell
But keep you in my memory
And when we finally take the leap
The cries they hear, they won’t be weak.
The songs we sing shall make them weep.
And in our final victory the sounds of joy
Will go for weeks.
They can’t even imagine.
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