Dreams, the stuff of legends;
Flowing through one and all.
Light and life, streaming into one,
As many hands reach out, trying to be one.

Struggles from the stars,
Races through the dust fields,
Fight, for one and for all.
Brethren, my friends, fight on.

As the time passes us by,
And while our number changes,
Remember those before, and those after;
Remember all the times that were shared.

No matter what may come,
Brethren, my family, fight as one.
To those that may fall away,
May the shed tears be few and open arms many.

Before all dreams become nightmares,
While the light still glimmers,
And as all can fly free,
Fight on, brethren, fight.

Copyright 2007