A world torn by war
Waits above our own
Artificial sunshine
An inferior life
Is all we've ever known
Our children will never see
Or feel what it means to be
Living free
Until we win
Win the war
And while our machinery
Does all the dirty work
We wait for what's in store
Will there be a day?
When we don't live this way?
We've hidden a paradise
Away from their own eyes
And from their own hands
Until they can break off these chains
And see that they are the same
Until they understand
Can we end
End the war?
Will there be a day?
When they don't live this way?
What are
They hiding
We ascend
Fear dissipates
Sunshine, green lands
The sun shines, blue sky
Clean lands
Sunshine, green grass