The world we live in is not the same anymore, because rather than people making peace, we choose to resort to violence such as war. And everyday, things don't get any better, because violence never brings people together
The laughter of children and adults alike are now a thing of the past, because nothing good as peace is ever going to last. Each and every day it seems to never end, and each and everyday, it seems to always bend
And O my God I hear it everywhere, the sound of guns from afar, a-ringing like a bell of terror, and up in the sky it's turning gray, and it's not rain that falls but ashes everyday, and i see planes flying, filling the heart with dismay. But rather than running away in fear, I shall fight along and I shall not shed a tear. So if you see uniforms emerge from the sun, don't run in fear like a bullet from a smoking gun. For a new sound rises from the Atlantic edge, a different sound begins to rise–not of guns but of voices reaching the skies. Millions and millions of voices are rising together to demand a future where a spirit rejoices.
People are marching on the streets demanding for change, claiming that their leader is a tyrant or "king" rather than a fair exchange. And that's a concept that even he finds quite strange. "A king" he scoffs, "would never know these chains Nor plead with Congress for his golden reins No distant state could mandate his decree, For a true crown bows to no assembly"
But then a new voice rises from the East, a place known for its scent of history, it's a place where the ancient and modern have finally pieced together a cultural feast. It's a cradle of civilisation, and it's the largest cradle ever released
And this cradle shall see streets turn bright with student fire Against the walls of privilege and the rot of old desires They shall march across the continent Spreading hope as their sacrament, and they shall be like a plague but a good plague that won't relent