It seems that we're so lucky, but is it what it seems?
Do you think that you can hold on to your dreams?
We're searching for the answer, but time is running out
For the Children who will die in search of Truth
We hear their voices calling, they scream across the sky

And I'll find my Field of Dreams
Where we all can stand as one
We'll discover what it means to be each other

They point at one another, and won't accept the blame
Don't you think that we can reach out with our hearts?
We scan the skies for people, of another race and creed
When we find them, will we call them Friend or Foe?
They hear our voices calling, will they come out of the sky?