The winds of change dance in our lives, Like northern lights chasing their own shadows in the sky. We can see better ways and easier days, We know there must be a more honorable and humane way. It is for us to pick the flower in our minds, It is matter of standing up and not just standing behind.
We dream the soft solution alive, With the strains of peace and duty with which we strive. It is the wind of time that crosses our path, It is the scarred skin of our souls that know human wrath. We, standing together, are the solution, We are the warf, weave and frame for a velvet revolution.