She is like a red, thorn-stricken rose,
A beauty prized inside my garden,
Her body, like the petals, gracefully flows,
Movement preventing the coldest heart to harden.

I could be undoubtfully mistaken,
For my eyes play tricks, like mischievous young boys,
Making it rather difficult to awaken from a dream,
Or escape from a well planned ploy.

Only time will tell us, if it is meant to be,
Fate will bring my real soulmate, at a moment of overwhelming darkness,
The strong waves are beating against the shore, and back out to sea,
Until I meet perfection, wearing a white linen dress.

However, don't let the oppourtunity to find her pass you by,
Especially when it presents itself in the blue sky.

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?