Babylon

Spirit rise to greet the sun

Takes my hand and beats the drum

Tries to make me understand

We're as one in a sea of sand

I'm praying for rain

To see desert flowers again

Underground the children sing

In spite of what the storm may bring

In their hearts a dormant seed

Dreams of life beyond the reeds

In our hearts and minds we see

The hope that springs eternally

Whilst underground the hidden stream

Flows into the man machine

The eagle flies up towards the sun

High above the fields of Babylon

In one claw he holds an olive branch for peace

In the other twelve arrows for his enemies

For his enemies

Sons and Daughters of America

You lay down your lives

For the warlords of America

Not for your sake not for mine