| Gray clouds hung like a misty shroud
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| On the battlefield that day
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| And the meadow was strewn with the heroes
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| Who had fallen by the way
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| And a soldier cries as he watches his blood
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| Spill on the Belgian snow
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| And he wonders if he’ll live 'til the morning light
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| Or die here in the bitter cold
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| Why was he here in the first place?
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| He was much too young to die
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| Could this be a cause that was worthy
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| Of such a costly sacrifice?
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| Then he thinks about a home in the Texas pines
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| And a lady he’d love to see
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| And something inside says it’s worth the price
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| The fight for liberty
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| CHORUS
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| It was for a dream
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| For a dream
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| For a hope that a child yet unborn
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| Would know about liberty
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| It was for a dream
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| For a dream
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| For the hope that a son that he’s never seen
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| Would know about being in the land of the free
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| So he laid his life on the line for a dream
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| Another field of battle
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| Another place and time
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| A soldier hangs between heaven and hell
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| His life now on the line
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| Abandoned in the heat of battle
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| He cries in silent pain
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| Alone to face His enemies
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| As they mock and they curse His name
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| Why was he here in the first place?
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| Wasn’t there some other way?
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| Was redemption’s plan for fallen man
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| Worth this price He would have to pay?
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| But in His mind He could see
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| A people holy, strong and free
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| Bought by the blood of a man who had fought
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| And won their liberty
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| CHORUS
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| It was for a dream
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| For a dream
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| For a hope that a people who were yet unborn
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| Could know about liberty
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| It was for a dream
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| For a dream
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| For the hope that a people He’s never seen
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| Would know about living life abundantly
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| So he laid his life on the line for a dream |