Back in '61 to '65, their indifferences, Could never hide the buried hopes of peace That rest beneath them wearing grey or blue. Did the burning of white mansions still The fire inside their hearts to k** Each other? The memories that lie where ash remains. They marched all the fathers and sons To a slaughter Then the widows and daughters knew That no one would march back home. Can you feel it? Don't deny that it comes from Deep within your soul. Can you feel it? Don't you see that this Is something we can do together? The intolerance bred ignorance and prejudice But they possessed destructive powers Making it too real for them to see That their strength was an illusion Fueled by dreams of glory writing Their own story Knowing that no man should be Enslaved. Though it's hard to build on dreams again We must fight the demon if We're going to win. One more chance to live again - to prosper the Open land that God gave them. One more Chance to live a new way - they sacrificed Everything - they threw it away. Hate must never claim the lives of our heroes Again. Never can we allow another burning...