The streets of the city are barren
All the windows and doors have been closed
As the night draws near
You can feel their fear
Their freedom is just an illusion
And they tell us that love is a lie
Can it all be true
What can one man do
See the pages as they turn
Never will the children learn
Born as a prisoner in a curtain of iron
Never will the pages turn
The City of Gold's in the distance
And they've already forgotten their dream
windows
visions
truth
tribulations
there
bells
freedom
world
dream
learn
draws
doors
barren
pages
future
cling
grows
already
spreading
alive
bring
their
fragments
distance
plain
light
still
holds
prison
wisdom
speak
dreading
illusion
never
night
power
closed
slowly
prisoner
prophecies
remaining
place
resolve
children
rumors
turmoil
history
forgotten
shade
though
darkness
nations
taking
bloody
curtain
streets
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