The broken dreams
Hanging up in smoke
The wind howling it away
Nobody cares to stay
The leaders now
Living in power
They forget their dreams
They have the tools
The people are fools
Believing the dreams
The wind of change
It is nothing but smoke
The ground heating in smoke
Angry with the broken dreams
The placards will come up
Telling the leaders to shape up or ship out
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