Tell me have you ever touched the clouds? See the eagle straight and proud. Tell me have you seen our freedom die? Tell me that it's still alive. Freedom flying, flying right out of our hands. He knows the answers, you can bet he knows the plans. So who are we fooling with our weapons and our fires. Like children screaming running from our funeral pyres. Love has now been lost. Truth will be the cost. Love is lost in the hands of men.