the days of future dreams

the days of future dreams the flames once rose high
           thinking our lives would end up supreme
           thinking our future seemed a far of dream
            but in the end nothing is what it seems

many times the winds of changed has blown this way
              one minute we`re lapping the cream
                    the next it`s all yell and scream

but now the ones who wave their banners high
        say they hold the future in their hand
               and tell me they have the plan
   to change the world...to change common man

thinking they`re rebirthing a closed and stagnant mind 
         and  know what's best for all these lands
       but do they have foresight to understand?

they just diss those that has gone before them
     but  heed the experiences from the past
  they know what it was like to be steadfast
and that single-mindedness will not pass
       
       now our once ideals are
                                                    now stained 

         and our river flows with the blame
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