This is a love song to my country,
Or the country that it could be
If all its people rose in anger–
Fought together to be free.

We live in a world filled with endless need,
And the moral theory of gold and greed.
It's cause for anger, but none will ignite,
Since we've raised our nation to give up the fight.

We hear threats of bombs from distant lands,
While lovers are hanged for holding hands.
Our perceptions are altered, our ethics are skewed,
We've been fed a diet of lies for food.

Our time is coming, but it's not the end:
It's our oppourtunity to fight and defend
Our freedoms, our rights, our country, our lives;
Resurrect the goals for which we strive.

We've fought their battles, we've worked for their pay,
We build their cities: we slave night and day.
They've owned our bodies, our souls, and our minds,
And in return they have stricken us blind.

We've heard their stories, now let's tell ours
Before they've turned our country to cowards.
We lay down our lives while they reap the rewards.
Is this the democracy we're working towards?

A girl wrote me a poem once.
It talked about love,
Or lack thereof.

You hold your soul and country
Within your shaking hands.
This ground is so familiar,
But you don't know where you stand.
Should you take the straight and narrow?
Or find another road?
Could you make your boredom pleasure,
Or will you do as you are told?

The cold is setting on you
But you hardly feel its bite.
Your blood is way too hot here
As the day becomes the night.
Your time is speeding up,
You haven't got much left at all.
Two years spent half for nothing,
Have you seen the final fall?

I don't want to see you smile anymore.
It reminds me of a time when you used to make me smile,
When I used to make you laugh,
And when I didn’t know you would break my heart.

I've been thinking about heaven and time,
As I try to define ethics by a state of mind.
Do unto others as they should do to me;
Continue in collective creativity.

I've been hoping for a life without fear,
I'll keep the fire lit so my mind stays clear.
Alter my perception to root out the good,
And retreat into my headspace like I never could.

We live in a world filled with endless need,
And the moral theory of gold and greed.
It's cause for anger, but none will ignite,
Since we've raised our nation to give up the fight.