Imagine a dream
The powerful silence
It's only a viewer
Of the reckoning
You know you owe
It's a destiny
The poor and the rich
Have something in common
And its that all they have
Will be turned to dust
Sooner
Or later
And in the streets
Wonderful prayers
Come falling fast
And all they ask
It's to hipocrisy to go away
Imagine a sound
That makes us all flow
To realize
That the material
Doesn't deserve the number one
It will come sooner
Or later
Imagine a place
Were we can live
Not looking to the past
But to forward
And the people we love
It will come sooner
Or later