Because the world is in our youthful hands
With the hopes of getting in the right track
Embarking on a journey in main land
Letting our chants of happiness be heard
With no ideas of what the future may bring
Longing for a scream that became unheard
With our broken hearts angrily aching
Becoming our own generation
That will always walk trough greatness
Enjoying the rightful coronation
In the sun we sing in utter blissfulness
What we here have hardly learned
We may take in and benign to create
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