There was a golden age in which men dreamed themselves to Be…. More.
Yet, in this time, we have dreamed a sinners dream and I have watched us Being… Less.
I hear the jangling discord of our nation.
Where is the beautiful symphony of brotherhood? I Remember Who We Are
and I will not settle here in the mire that we’ve made
knowing Dreams await us All!
Put down your heavy burdens and your loads. Be Not Afraid,
and take up the yoke of This New Thing! March to a New Age as
our Freedom is bound – each to the next!
Be the Love that You Sow and watch as others put on your courage
that we might take up arms and Embrace! Only this will cause the crumbling of worlds
made by smaller men.
Let not the dripping of violence from wicked lips stir bitterness within
for surely Love can hew out of the mountain of hatred a stone of hope
with nothing but the force of the Spirit!
To our salvation let us march onward pressed by the creative suffering of every race
and every Equal Soul that paid a price along the way and
let us join at the table of brotherhood Dreaming Like Kings!