Stay The Course

Consistent, pushing aside all disbelief;

Abandon my friends, my home

Losing my mother tongue

But I will bear this heavy loss

Former brothers calling me betrayer

And burned the words we wrote

I will overcome

Solaced by this certainty this delusion will fade

Our words of reason, lost in the roar of the cadence

The beacon of humanity, beclouded by their cold, black sun

In the scattered light of all your torches his rotten face

Seems like a savior's smile to you

An army of lost sons still hidden in the dark

A voice of an enslaved nation

A force of banished daughters

We have to stay the course!

Consistent, without anguish!

We may sow the seeds of upheaval just from the outside;

But with burning hearts we shall recur