Back in '61 to '65their indifferences

Could never hide the buried hopes

Of peace/that rest beneath them wearing

Grey or blue.

Did the burning of white mansions still

The fire inside their hearts to kill

Each other? the memories that lie where ash remains.

They marched all the fathers and sons

To a slaughter/

Then the widows and daughters knew

That no one would march back home.

Can you feel it? don't deny that it comes from

Deep within your soul.

Can you feel it? don't you see that this

Is something we can do together? 

The intolerance bred ignorance and prejudice

But they possessed destructive powers

Making it too real for them to see

That their strength was an illusion

Fueled by dreams of glory writing

Their own story

Knowing that no man should be

Enslaved.

Though it's hard to build on dreams again

We must fight the demon if

We're going to win.

One more chance to live again - to prosper the

Open land that God gave them. one more

Chance to live a new way - they sacrificed

Everything - they threw it away.

Hate must never claim the lives of our heroes

Again. never can we allow another burning...