say, is it really true

that the flame of hope has grown?

that the spirit has changed

that the few no longer stand alone?



say, is it really true

that the thought of war's lost it's meaning?

that self-made devils died

the idols of wealth and power are sinking?



the coldest night's finally followed by dawn

an outburst of light

that cures the blind

a strong conviction has evolved in time

that life demands deeds we must define



say, is it really true

that once buried virtues now arise?

that the being itself no longer asks for a disguise?



a power that's been neglected, denied

now blossoms and grows, calls out the best

at last the change of an era has come

but there won't be much time to rest



say, is this strength I feel within heart and mind the truth?

or am I deceived once again, painfully abused