Grey clouds hung like a misty shroud on the battlefield that day.  And the meadow was strewn with the heroes who had fallen by the way.  And a soldier cries as he watches his blood spill out on the Belgian snow.  And he wonders if he'll live 'til the morning light or die here in this bitter cold.      Why was he here in the first place?  He was much to young to die.  Could this be a cause that was worthy of such a costly sacrifice?  Then he thinks about a home in the Texas pines and a lady he'd love to see and something inside says it's worth the price, this fight for liberty!      It was for a dream, for a dream.  For a hope that a child yet unborn would know about liberty.   It was for a dream, for a dream.  For the hope that a son that he's never seen would know about living in the land of the free!  So he laid his life on the line . . . for a dream.      Another field of battle, another place and time -- a soldier hangs between Heaven and Hell, His life now on the line.  Abandoned in the heat of the battle, He cries in silent pian.  Alone to face His enemies as they mock an they curse His name.      Why was He here in the first place?  Wasn't there some other way?  Was redemption's plan for fallen man worth this price He would have to pay?  But in His mind He could see a people -- holy, strong, and free -- bought by the blood of a man who had fought and won their liberty!      It was for a dream, for a dream.  For the hope that a people who were yet unborn could know about liberty.  It was for a dream, for a dream.  For the hope that a people that He's never seen would know about living life abundantly. So He laid His life on the line . . . for a dream! ~For a Dream by Dan Dean as sung by Phillips, Craig, and Dean off their cassette "Phillips, Craig, and Dean"

For A Dream