Alone I lay, but lonely I refuse to stay,
for what would become of me
if I were to stay this way?

Heaven forbid it so
from letting me be,
from drowning
in this melancholy sea.

Let my friends gather 'round,
and 'round the circle we go,
all the better that we speak,
that the better of us
we may come to know.

Let us break the mold
as strangers from a distant land,
and let us hold one another as family,
hand in hand.

None of us are perfect,
far from it be the thought!
But behold this friendship,
this wonder, this beauty, that we have caught.

Cast the iron upon us now,
for we carry the burdens of each other,
as much as we can allow.
We lift each other in the arms of the other,
we wipe dry the faces, and away the tears,
we stand tall and firm, proud and defiant,
we stand together.

Break the mold, and cast the iron,
let them whisper, murmur, scream and shout,
let us stand together once more my friend,
against our fear, against the doubt.