We came into this land With a dream and an empty hand To pray to our chosen God Now we fain to wear a mourning band One by one we're letting go Of the strength that our people hold In deception, we disesteem And turn our morale into fool's gold Now we seek to light again The flame that burns within Before it's all been lost To politics, lined pockets, thick skin And as our time grows short The favored truth is to distort They wanna maker believers the fools But the judgment won't be in man's court The American dream Has fallen asleep If we wake the giant What will our people reap?