In a prison built by the hands of injustice
A child mourns the death of his mom
He holds his broken airplane toy
Cowering from the real ones above
I swear to Eden,
you shall preserve
I swear to hope, the sun will shine
I swear to freedom that you will own
When this night ends the angels will rise,
The child stands now over a tombstone
Bombarded and scarred by a name
A false claim that his home is not his
But he will find his own way back home
I swear to Eden,
you shall preserve
I swear to hope, the sun will shine
I swear to freedom that you will own
When this night ends the angels will rise,