So…this is our calling
The plan plotted long ago
And though you didn’t know
Victory assured
But each day, march nonetheless
There are seeds to sow
Amass the underdogs
Empower their voices
Send them on their way
Bid them go…we’ve no say-so
To turn the mourning to a song
To claim the weather was your choice
And all the ache a beckoned friend
To want no more than what is now
To plant the flowers among pests
And seeds of doubt in yesteryear
So then, with wisdom, kingdom come
