Freedom is the gift from God br And the right of all mankind br Yet from birth the fetters form br If not real then in the mind br br We're bound by forces beyond our scope br But still we have our dreams br From these we take our strength and hope br To live our lives it seems br br These dreams we seek to live by br That seldom come to light br Their substance real yet set so high br Is just an added plight br br Now as I watch the clouds go by br And dream of a far off place br A dream I know that cannot be br Spread the tears across my face br br For some the dreams will come to life br And fullfil their every wish br For others just a form of strife br And their prize, an empty dish.