When the Dream we Dream becomes obscene

and the earth turns black instead of green.

When the truths of old are called a joke

and backs bend beneath it’s filthy yoke.

‘Tis time then we must dream anew

for that is how our world first grew.

To Dream the Dream from Spirit grown;

the truth that we have always known.

Dreams now long lost within this land

fell from our hearts like drifting sand.

Those voices sweet and oh so strong

led us far from where we belong.

The silent sounds can still be heard

whispering that long lost Sacred word.

The choice is now to walk in peace;

Let it flow – may the Dream never cease.