A tear from a boy.

Will he be proud to wave the flag one day?

(Symbolism can't convey)

A mother cries.

Will she be able to fill her needs?

(Patriotism cannot feed)





Break through the shelter

Of a rotten perfect Earth.

A flower reached to the heavens

Create a revolution

To bring back yesterday.

Blossomed fool to lead the way.





You won't let me live

You'd rather see me die

What am I worth to you?

Another alibi.

So the story goes.

Wll, I can see inside.

What are you worth to me?

My honor and my pride.





A slave to the system.

A wrench in the machine.

(Forefathers forgotten)

Rising in the distance.

From seeds of discontent we are born