Tomorrow
I may dream
of fields so green
Thoughts so pure
And love so real

Tomorrow I may dream
Of laughter which steals
the tears from childrens hearts

Tomorrow
I will find a new dream
But for today
And don't dare ask me why
I wish to dream of
Joan of arc

Random
surreal
Bazarre
No
She is my hero
So tonight we  
ride our horses across france in
search of a freedom seldom found
And when asked the meaning of it all
We shall tell the truth
Or burn
before the sun rises in the eyes
of children who have lost their strentgh
I will feel the faith of nations fall
And crumble
Today I will dream
Of joan of arc
Who burnt for her faith

Tomorrow I will stand tall before the world
And let them see my face
Then I shall let them see my heart
And then my soul
My strentgh becomes me

Tomorrow I will be free to dream
of fields so green
Thoughts so pure
and love so real