We are born into the garment of a holy makeup,
Born to be free, it’s time to wake up.
Our being as light as air,yet we suffocate,
But mighty are we, so it’s never too late.
We are made of stars that once have been,
Children of the cosmic riddle,
The moment we open our eyes, we invite the world to be,
A world engulfed in fear. Have we forgotten that fear can harm us little?
Sailors of the oceans, tamers of the skies,
Kindling the fires and farming the lands,
We are servants of the elements,
Although we act like kings on the world’s throne.
We are so young as a race, there is much more to come…