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