The Mother is gone;

receded in time.

Our future is ours

and so is our crime.

We’re on our own

from this time forth.

It’s time for us

to show our worth.

The new way awaits

to see our choice,

To take it as served

or to use our voice.

The Mother awaits

the direction we choose;

Will we fight for freedom

or curl up and lose?

The decision is ours

to fight or to die;

to live in the truth,

or die in our own lie.