can we dream for tomorrow and still live for right now,
we don't know how much longer we have,
now is the time to set our goals strait,
life is only a work of art we create,
will we be great sculptors,
or fall victim to the ills of common culture,
can we be ourselves and still keep our composure,
think for ourselves and stand up for what we believe,
find ourselves in this crazy Where's Waldo picture,
'cause one day it will all go under,
history repeats only to make more wise,
and the purpose always will be set in stone,
had we a sense of morality to really know what is right,
we'd see that we are all brothers from the same tribe,
had long died any chance of coexistence,
only to ever be an idea on the rise,
never to be proven and forever to be passed on, revised,
and retold to the convenience of the next heir to the throne,
look to the sky,
the past tells us about ourselves,
we can't deny,
the story goes, we all die alone,
given this we cherish this time,
the story goes on, we scale the planes of time,
and fate brings good faith just past the horizon,