When the moment arrives And destiny beckons,When the reach of our enemies Tickles the hair on our necksWhen the bastions of civilization Teeter in the fall windLet us remember these times When the scope of possibilityWas as vast as the evening sky

Has spilt blood

And made peace

Has been rejoiced and lauded

Damned and spun

This age unlike any other

Just like every other

So human, so inhumane We will not be forgotten We will not forget The methods to the madness

The driving wind, the melancholy of

Friends lost and found, of parted ways

Of the barren truth of violence, of love We cannot forget The travels of the heart

In search of home

The lights at the end of this winding path

The mettle of our masters

The gentle God Those in despair, rest.

Those in danger, flee.

Those that can, help. Let us dissolve these bands with our vicious past,

Our erroneous history, our skewed perception

In the course of human events, a tale must be retold

But first it must be rewritten, it must reflect

The passions of the heart, the lessons in acquiescence,

The calm before the storm. It must render independence as self-evident

And husband greatness from the flickering of

Innocence lost. It must remember the violence

And vilify, see the injustice

And desist, make innocuous the pulse

Of mutual destruction. We must redefine human.