Many, too many,
Stumble and lurch
Through the daily procession.
They wander lost,
Grinding their teeth,
Just going through the motions.
They hold their tongues
And swallow their pride;
Their hope is mute
As they stifle
A primal cry...

We let our dreams wither,
We give up on the struggle,
We let our light flicker
And try to avoid trouble.
There is so much we are missing --
A universe of delights!
We need only
Seek the beauty within
And stand up for our rights!

So open those windows!
Open those souls!
Let the light pierce
Those murky holes.
There is a dark place that needs
To be swept.
A lingering loathing there,
That always crept.
A curse on our bliss, a
Hex on precious joy.
Why do we allow this?
To live as fate’s whipping boy?

We must scatter that cruel crow,
That tries to torture our eyes.
We must see the world fill
With an irisated glow,
To give our dreams wings,
In azure skies!