Endless wonders we behold
While pain asunder and tightens its hold
We fight the good fight
And march ourselves on
We walk with a smile into the dawn
We'll nod our heads and pretend to agree
We'll pretend to see what you see
We'll form a plan and take over command
Rise from the ashes of this darkened land
Take back what's ours
Sing our own song
And make you think it was your idea all along
We're the new generation
This new wild sound
Its the cry of the masses
As we tear your walls down
We won't take no as an answer
And we won't prance around like a marionette dancer
We make our own choices
As we lift up our voices
You'll finally find you can't trample us down

Poem:  anara_corra