Along the flowing stream, a child bore an American dream.
Down the river they flow. to the home of history's echo.
"Worry not, we'll pay" fueled the dream of education someday.
Still the light of the dream shines, but it grows darker amidst endless declines.
Dreams are tattered, the heart is shattered.
Repair the rags and set out the sail, loans reignite the hope much to your avail!
Though in this dream a lie become twisted, the fire put out by the wicked.
You need a job, the banks will still rob. You need hope, yet it's crushed to the pulp.
The parents care, but the dream is now bare. A promise unkept led to those who wept.
Lie down on your side, it's all part of the stride, and it's okay to cry.
A promise we will sow, but surely the wicked will mow.
Reignite the promise we declare for the nation, one day we dream what matters most will once again be education.