I'm starting to see - After years under those crushing waves - The spirit of the Fight.
Fantasize and dreams All withered from the face Of reality.
Now I see, In its infancy, The need to carry the will To keep the good fight against The minority that plague This cause With slander and ruin For the benefit Of the self Over the prosperity of all.
Though not every battle is a victory, And all hopes and aspirations not possible, We still charge forward.
Look into the face Of the unknown With a small gleam in our eyes - We charge forward.