Each day, as I rise, new world to
heart more leaden has fate denied.
What trials once faced, burdens we
creations of our loins so oft deny.
Did our battles and toil, once new
longing for peace, no longer unique goal?
Have those we nurtured, bled for and
hopes and dreams for them denied?
Were I less stronger, more feeble
would still step to challenge against the now.
For within my heart, my mind doth
no more, shall psychosis again rule.
We fought the fight, not to
surrender the day,
longing for tomorrow, forever in command.
To those who refute wisdom of the ages,
stand now to declare you at fault for this time.
For in your arrogance, no grace do
honor your cuirass to shield, your weapon dull sword.
Awake young neophyte, your future
the clues your forebears provide.
Look into your soul, for your battle
History your guide, the lessons are all there.
Tomorrow can be yours if yesterday