Gray clouds hung like a misty shroud
On the battlefield that day
And the meadow was strewn with the heroes
Who had fallen by the way
And a soldier cries as he watches his blood
Spill on the Belgian snow
And he wonders if he'll live 'til the morning light
Or die here in the bitter cold
Why was he here in the first place?
He was much too young to die
Could this be a cause that was worthy
Of such a costly sacrifice?
Then he thinks about a home in the Texas pines
And a lady he'd love to see
And something inside says it's worth the price
The fight for liberty
CHORUS
It was for a dream
For a dream
For a hope that a child yet unborn
Would know about liberty
It was for a dream
For a dream
For the hope that a son that he's never seen
Would know about being in the land of the free
So he laid his life on the line for a dream
Another field of battle
Another place and time
A soldier hangs between heaven and hell
His life now on the line
Abandoned in the heat of battle
He cries in silent pain
Alone to face His enemies
As they mock and they curse His name
Why was he here in the first place?
Wasn't there some other way?
Was redemption's plan for fallen man
Worth this price He would have to pay?
But in His mind He could see
A people holy, strong and free
Bought by the blood of a man who had fought
And won their liberty
CHORUS
It was for a dream
For a dream
For a hope that a people who were yet unborn
Could know about liberty
It was for a dream
For a dream
For the hope that a people He's never seen
Would know about living life abundantly
So he laid his life on the line for a dream
