Babylon

Spirit rise to greet the sun
Takes my hand and beats the drum
Tries to make me understand
We are 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
Drems of life beyond the reeds

In our hearts and mind we see
The hope that sprins eternally
Whilst undeground 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

Sons and daughters of America
You lay down your lives
For the warlords of America
Not for your sake and not for mine

The locust is born upon the wing
It's hunger seems as boundless
As the great river plain
Where the tigris weaves its way toward the sea
Through a great desert in the heart of mankind