Mythical tongues spoke of this day
Primeval mats dreamt of it
with folklore,
Grey beards relayed their youthful fantasies
how at their parting the unveiled still seems vague
Once we saw the stars in the cloud
The message of the messiah's inception the herald did spread
Oh!
Our elation was debased
the fathom was only a caravan of wise men
Who bare gifts of watery words
I have a dream one said
The other boasted of implementing what he called a seven point agenda
One they celebrated for the effigy of his chi, they called it luck
But still the rivulets of primordial mats unrealistic remain
Time!
Her passing the writings on the wall to a spot light bring
The blinkards call it wisdom
The sage call it hope
The activist say its strategy
I hear the masses call it change
Freedom! Freedom!
I hear the caged bird sing
In avalanche I hear mother-earth query
Is this the long awaited messiah?
Primeval mats dreamt of it
with folklore,
Grey beards relayed their youthful fantasies
how at their parting the unveiled still seems vague
Once we saw the stars in the cloud
The message of the messiah's inception the herald did spread
Oh!
Our elation was debased
the fathom was only a caravan of wise men
Who bare gifts of watery words
I have a dream one said
The other boasted of implementing what he called a seven point agenda
One they celebrated for the effigy of his chi, they called it luck
But still the rivulets of primordial mats unrealistic remain
Time!
Her passing the writings on the wall to a spot light bring
The blinkards call it wisdom
The sage call it hope
The activist say its strategy
I hear the masses call it change
Freedom! Freedom!
I hear the caged bird sing
In avalanche I hear mother-earth query
Is this the long awaited messiah?
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