The Greeks of Athens

It begins
As it has
In times past
As a silent  
whisper
A promise  
 
As the lightists Of Breezes
Dances across  
All those who dream
 
The silent whisper
A promise
Becoming a Wind
Once more
 
Blowing
Across these lands
And If you listen
With You mind
You will Hear
Tears  
Of lady freedom
Begging
the people
Of these lands
To Stand Strong
Once Again
For us All
 
For Our
Democracys are Dying
And Lady Freedom
Is once Again
Becoming

A Dream