white rabbit

Beneath the doubt and confusion 
  Beneath the sting of betrayal 
  Survives the core of a nation 
  Trapped in a state of denial 

  Do you hear the calling 
  Voice from deep within 
  The forgotten heart of an anthem 
  Like whispers on the wind 

  It calls the shameful to honor 
  It calls the darkness to dawn 
  It calls the captive with the will to be free 
  And the anthem marches on. 

  There's nothing like a blind man's memory 
  Music colors refuse to see 
  I play with smoke and mirrors now 
  Living life across your many screens 
  And I'm sure there is no utopia 
  But always vision is a step away 
  Your viewpoint becomes a technicality 
  The only chance we have 
  Is the chance we take! 


  The weakest fall in compliance 
  As fear discarded the dream 
  In subtle silence masking liberty 
  They take away by degrees 

  But I still hear the calling 
  A voice felt deep within 
  The forgotten heart of an anthem 
  Like whsipers on the wind. 

  It calls the shameful to honor 
  It calls the darkness to dawn 
  It calls the captive with the will to be free 
  And the anthem marches on.