A Song Is Like A Dream, And

Come You Masters Of War You That Build All The Guns You That Build The Death Planes You That Build The Big Bombs You That Hide Behind Walls You That Hide Behind Desks I Just Want You To Know I Can See Through Your Masks.

The Truth Was Obscure, Too Profound And Too Pure, To Live It You Had To Explode

And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain Gonna Fall.

The Worth Of Things Can't Be Measured By What They Cost But By What The Cost You To Get It, That If Anything Costs You Your Faith Or Your Family, Then The Price Is Too High, And That There Are Some Things That Will Never Wear Out.

I Failed To Communicate, That's Why I Chose To Leave