The winds of change are starting to blow
Someone decided they'd better go
True colors are starting to show
Can we survive yet another blow? (I don't know)
How long will these changes last
Will our race become part of the past?
Will we be buried underneath the grass
Or will the warrior carry on the task?

You better take your stand and show the love for your land
You better make a choice and make heard your voice
The winds of change are blowing your way
And nothin' will ever be the same again