Sons Of A Dream (Warlord)

We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light, We are the fools, we are the free, we are Sons of a Dream. I dream about a season I sleep inside a place where I am free - and wandering. I roam the deepest canyons I soar the highest skies that I might see - my fantasies. I am the seed of a vision I am the one who forsees I pray the world will remember, some day the world will believe . . . I live inside your reason I breathe your thoughts, I speak what's not to be - reality. I'm free, yet I'm in prison I'm tame but cannot fly with broken wings - my fate will be. I am the seed of a vision I am the one who forsees I pray the world will remember, some day the world will believe . . . We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light, We are the fools, we are the free, we are Sons of a Dream. We are the pen, we are the mind, we are keepers of the light, We are the fools, we are the free, we are Sons of a Dream.