All knew they were made from water
and earth
and when they got older
also made from a little wine, a little song, a little reverie.

Their urge for change built into their bones,
revolutionists by the fact of their birth.

Birthed into a time of their own
to stretch further than their peers
to go and shine a light into the unknown.

To feel the pain of their generation
generation of freedom, generation of growth.