Is there anyone who ever remembers changin their mind from the paint on a sign? Is there anyone who really recalls ever breaking rank at all, for something someone yelled real loud one time?

Oh, everyone believes, in how they think it oughta be. And they’re not goin easily. Oh everyone believes: from emptyness to everything. And no ones goin quietly.

Belief is a beautiful armor that makes for the heaviest sword. Like punchin underwater you never can hit who you’re trying for. Some need the exhibitoning, some have to know they tried. It’s the chemical weapon for the war that’s ragin on inside.

We’re never gonna win the world, stop the war, beat this if belief is what we’re fightin for!

Is there anyone you can really remember who ever surrendered with their life on the line?

What takes a hundred thousand
Children in the sand?
Belief can.

What puts the folded flag
Inside his mothers hand?
Belief can!