One, two, three, four I saw my brother in a stranger's face I saw my sister in a smile My mother's laughter in a far off place My father's footsteps in each mile I thought I knew who my neighbor was We didn't need to be redeemed Oh, what could I have been thinking of? Was it all some kind of dream? I saw my country in the hungry eyes Of a million refugees Between the rocks and the rising tide As they were tossed across the sea There was a time when we were them Just as now they all are we Was there an hour when we took them in? Or was it all some kind of dream? I saw the children in the holding pens I saw the families ripped apart And though I try I cannot begin To know what it did inside their hearts There was a time when we held them close And weren't so cruel, low, and mean And we did good unto the least of those Or was it all some kind of dream? I saw justice with a tattered hem I saw compassion on the run But I saw dignity in spite of them I prayed its day would finally come There was a time when we chose our sides And we refused to live between We rose to fight for what we knew was right Or was it all some kind of dream? Last night I lay in my true love's bed And she lay there close beside And we lay thinking 'bout what lay ahead And wondering if the sun would rise For it seems that these are darker days Than any others that we've seen Oh, how we wished that we weren't wide awake And this was all some kind of dream