As the icy breeze is shattered

By speaking to us warmly

(small ones stand up)

To the nation of duress

And God yes, it's a mess



We know this and that

The romantic soul for us

In the lost hierarchy of land

And landowners

And down will go back up

Forevermore!

I must try to believe this



And if I may consider

To look out from an opening

Of freshly painted lines

And letter perfect designs



For we know this and that...