To organize around your dream
To trust in some angelic scheme
To write and sing the songs you hear
All true roads lead here
The rat-infested tents and streets
The land where plundering repeats
The fight to make the river clear
All true roads lead here
The books that rip the lies to shreds
The networks of a million threads
The star that calls to persevere
All true roads lead here
The neighbor with no funds to eat
The empty houses down the street
The nerve to make your prayer sincere
All true roads lead here
