Dreaming Of Freedom

Wherever I lay my weary head,
No matter what star or tainted dream beside me lie.
Nor which blade or cloud will clothe my sleep with soil or chill.
I'll dream of you and I'll be home beside you still.

When hand or fate should strike, yet one more weight upon my
head,
When unseen plough has scarred another line into my shining brow.
Should I bear all this and more upon my weary shoulders.
It would seem like nought.
When I think of you and treasure every thought.

If only dreams were bars of gold.
And prayers could all be real.
But some prayers fall on stoney ground,
Some dreams make bars of steel.

If time and space yield ne'er an inch of charity,
If seasons come and go like rushing waves above my head.
No sea, no land, no unseen hand could tear from me your memory,
The thought of you will linger still, and we will be together.
And when the final breath of life is stolen from my lips,
These mortal things can all be damned,
And you'll be mine forever.

Silent dreaming filled with fears,
Silent hearts with caution filled.
Silent prayers that no one hears,
One more life that silence killed.

When you're long since gone, and flesh and blood have faded to the
core.
Will there be more like you, God forbid, forever more.
Will freedom still be fought and died for,
Captured by the greedy magpies, stealing peoples lives.
Taken by the cheats who think their bullets have the right.
Will martyrs still be dying when they don't believe that lie.
And will two million peole still turn out to say goodbye