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Description
A futuristic, darkened world,
Controlled by fear and hate;
A never-ending deathly swirl,
that bigotry creates.
Humanity irrevocably enslaved,
All pretenses of freedom lost;
An oligarchy controlled by a corrupt few,
Lives frozen forever by winter frost.

This is the image always painted by
Those who have no hope for the future earth.
Humanity enslaved by their own government,
By an alien race,
Or machines they have unearthed.
But truly this image is for naught,
As the future is already here.
Not enslaved by machines or governments,
But by the thing we hold most dear.

Humankind enslaved by their own humanity,
Their tendency to judge and hate.
Our end, our existence, is ruled by bigotry,
The apocalypse we create.

If that is the present, then as for the future,
Well, no one really knows.
To end in fire, or end in ice,
In the end, it's all just for show.

Though, truly, maybe, it will not end.
There is no Judgment Day.
Perhaps the human race shall mend,
And give dawn to a new day.

And then, perhaps, if this image holds true,
And if there is a dawn,
If we then choose to build anew,
And hence our troubles become gone,

Can humanity learn from its mistakes,
And make a future of peace and love?
Can we save the earth and the human race,
And fulfill our mission from above?

Or will we simply fall back down again,
Into disorder and disrepair?
Will the world collapse from renewed hate and then,
Relapse into misery and despair?

For that, I do not have the answers,
For no one truly knows.
For now, I guess, the only thing to do is
Simply watch the path down which we go.

But not just watch helplessly,
For if we go down the wrong way,
We must, instead, interfere to insure
That we may see the light of day.

So all in all, in short, in truth,
If we ever are too succeed,
We must look to the faces of our youth,
For we shall be saved by their decisions and deeds.

The future rests on the shoulders of the youth,
As it always has.
And just this once, I have seen this truth,
This struggle will come to pass.

Hear me now; take heed my words,
If we are to succeed,
We must make a new birth,
And most importantly we must believe.

Chin up, I shall make a difference. We cannot simply wait for God. No matter what they say, one person can start a revolution, and many can change the world. Children, spread thy wings and fly. Lift off to the sky, the world awaits you.

Description
A futuristic, darkened world,
Controlled by fear and hate;
A never-ending deathly swirl,
that bigotry creates.
Humanity irrevocably enslaved,
All pretenses of freedom lost;
An oligarchy controlled by a corrupt few,
Lives frozen forever by winter frost.

This is the image always painted by
Those who have no hope for the future earth.
Humanity enslaved by their own government,
By an alien race,
Or machines they have unearthed.
But truly this image is for naught,
As the future is already here.
Not enslaved by machines or governments,
But by the thing we hold most dear.

Humankind enslaved by their own humanity,
Their tendency to judge and hate.
Our end, our existence, is ruled by bigotry,
The apocalypse we create.

If that is the present, then as for the future,
Well, no one really knows.
To end in fire, or end in ice,
In the end, it's all just for show.

Though, truly, maybe, it will not end.
There is no Judgment Day.
Perhaps the human race shall mend,
And give dawn to a new day.

And then, perhaps, if this image holds true,
And if there is a dawn,
If we then choose to build anew,
And hence our troubles become gone,

Can humanity learn from its mistakes,
And make a future of peace and love?
Can we save the earth and the human race,
And fulfill our mission from above?

Or will we simply fall back down again,
Into disorder and disrepair?
Will the world collapse from renewed hate and then,
Relapse into misery and despair?

For that, I do not have the answers,
For no one truly knows.
For now, I guess, the only thing to do is
Simply watch the path down which we go.

But not just watch helplessly,
For if we go down the wrong way,
We must, instead, interfere to insure
That we may see the light of day.

So all in all, in short, in truth,
If we ever are too succeed,
We must look to the faces of our youth,
For we shall be saved by their decisions and deeds.

The future rests on the shoulders of the youth,
As it always has.
And just this once, I have seen this truth,
This struggle will come to pass.

Hear me now; take heed my words,
If we are to succeed,
We must make a new birth,
And most importantly we must believe.

Chin up, I shall make a difference. We cannot simply wait for God. No matter what they say, one person can start a revolution, and many can change the world. Children, spread thy wings and fly. Lift off to the sky, the world awaits you.