Ideals have seized the day
How they churn our minds
To mulch
So the youth, will surpass us all

Through the ruins
Through our troubles long past
May they climb
From the tremor and grime
Of these fear-ridden times

May they nourish their words
To the full bloom of brilliance
So their own may prosper
Into cosmic glory

From the tragedy of our wants
From our lineage of quarrel
They’ll climb and extinguish
All the unworthy chatter