A tear from a boy. Will he be proud to wave the flag one day? (Symbolism can't convey) A mother cries. Will she be able to fill her needs? (Patriotism cannot feed)
Break through the shelter Of a rotten perfect Earth. A flower reached to the heavens Create a revolution To bring back yesterday. Blossomed fool to lead the way.
You won't let me live You'd rather see me die What am I worth to you? Another alibi. So the story goes. Wll, I can see inside. What are you worth to me? My honor and my pride.
A slave to the system. A wrench in the machine. (Forefathers forgotten) Rising in the distance. From seeds of discontent we are born