When the collective Dreaming is a nightmare;

When the people who talk just do not care.

When freedom is there, well within reach

But we won’t hear the Wise or what they teach.

When the future is ours, whatever we choose;

It’s all in our hands; win, draw or lose.

We dream the Dream, we dream what we cast

Let’s make our future not like our past.

To design and to meld the future we need;

Unlike the past, not a thing filled with greed.

Within each of us is a future so clear;

Do we walk into hell or beauty so near.