Sunday eve
Our night to grieve
We march and plead
We cry for souls to be freed
Cries of help lost to the wind
We give them strength to lend
To survive the apending fate
Our accomplishments too late
The dreary eyes
And tear stained cries
Death seems a better path
Than to deal with tomorrow's wrath
A world encased in a lie
Where dreams set to die
Go they say
You'll be better off on day
But listen to their slurred speech
And vague maybes that are preached
Tell me again in twenty years
Where is that world that no one fears
A distant land
So majestic and grand
But how will that land ever appear
When we raise them up to grow and fear
And be the same year after year
This has gotta change
Our expectations and lessons rearranged
Then maybe someday
There will be
A distant land
So majestic and grand
Where fear is abnormal
And imagination is immortal
Maybe
Someday
