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 kill   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...