Maybe we're in a mess Or maybe it's cold out there It seems like a cruel test This weight's too hard to bear
But maybe we'll find a way To raise the flag again It's gotten so hard to say This land is our land
Some days you can look around And see hope in the eyes Of those who are still bound To a world of bloody skies
We're getting tired of holding on To the righteous stories And the fairytales and songs And the wind that's blowing old glory
They can take away our rights But what makes 'em worry They know it's in us to fight And never trade hope for glory
Hope for glory Hope for glory Hope for glory Hope for glory Hope for glory Hope for glory Hope for glory Hope for glory Hope for glory Hope for glory Hope for glory Hope for glory Hope for gloryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
