For despite this world’s convictions
will fail it in the end,
Its pages numbered
the ink the martyer’s blood
this is really just the beginning.
For our time is close at hand
reach out and you can feel its warmth
The story has yet to start
this age of pain but a prologue.
For we still have a chance
to live and do it our way
Our spirit cannot be snuffed
and the others will soon be gone.
for the lessons of the past
for the pleasures of right now
for the possiblities of the future
for the beauty of the story as a whole.
for the knowledge gained
for the lamp in the night
for the rope that cannot be cut
but if I’m wrong and
this is truely all there is
please right now
smile once more for me.