That all we are is a war, an endless war in motion
Between bone numbing truth and sweet seductive lies;
Battling society’s ignorance and our prying kinfolk’s eyes.
That all we are is a grain of salt in the sea
Of courageous ambitions and dangerous dreams;
In the depths of which lurk powerful passion
and carnal desires buried deep.
That all we are is a heartbeat, that beats
In the heart of the thrill seeker, in the heart of the curious;
In the heart of the rebellious, in the heart of the reckless.
That all we are is a prisoner on the run,
Destined to fly dangerously and sprint in the pace of the wind;
And to die young and live forever, fearlessly in the age of sorrow.
That all we are is an anthem, an anthem of the youth
That is sung by our hearts in unison since time immemorial;
And shall unite us by thoughts, speech and dreams
It was always thus and thus it shall always be.