All over France
There was a dream,
It started, like all dreams
From one man.
Then the dream spread
Like a virus,
Until everyone had the dream
And everyone knew the dream.
Soon, the man who first had the dream
Was pushed aside, was shot
By the ones who picked up the dream
To make money from it.
People who did not share the dream,
People who dared to have other dreams...
Well, they were just dirt,
And men and women were killed
And children were re-educated
To worship the dream.
And the dream became a nightmare
But the dream-holders
(Who had abused the dream
Who had added bits onto the dream
Concerning those who did not dream...)
They would not let the dream die.
So it would have ended that way
If somewhere, a new dream had not been dreamed,
Dreamt by one man
For the whole of France.