Song of freedom

Sing a song of freedom, for all not just for some,
sing a song for the days that've gone and the ones that are yet to come
Slave to the rhythm, slave to the rule of a thousand richer clowns.
So throw away your marching drum and dance to a better sound.

The world is turning round and round
and harder times are what we've found.
The higher powers are crashing to the ground.

Sing a little louder to the ones that just won't hear,
and in their wisdom fail to see the changes that are near.
Take the time to see the signs and the failures of the rules,
the drummer's drum still beating on, the dance of a thousand fools

Can't go on, holding on,
the promise of the past has been and gone.

The more we try, the more they lie
and fool us with their words.
The more we plead, the less they seem
to care for those they hurt.
The more we mend, the more they tend 
to harvest their own greed.
No more to bend, no more depend
on fools for what we need.

So see the world is changing, take the time to understand,
build your bridges out of stone and not of shifting sand.