The teenager remembers a man speak of a shining city on a hill
A land where dreams could come true
(Even if only for some people)
The young adult remembers another man speak of a thousand points of light
A land where people would help those in need
(And there were millions who were)
The adult remembers another man say he believed in a place called hope
A land where opportunity still could be found
(But, of course, not for all)
The middle-aged man remembers another man say carnage was coming to an end
A land that would come first
(But only he wanted to come first)
That teenager who that quickly became a middle-aged man
Often thinks of shining cities, thousands of points of light and places called hope
(And knows not this land)
