We know not why we were born folk, nor whence we go from here.
We only know the inner force that drives us through our fear.
We only hear the trumpet that commands us to the fray.
We only know contentment when we’ve overcome the day.
Our lives fly swiftly by us in the endlessness of time
To try to understand it holds no merit and no rhyme.
But, we can seek out higher mountains, cross ever wider seas.
We can tap the power of soul, our hunger to appease.
We can press our wills to our hearts folk,
forge forward and stronger grow.
Drive on, drive ever on folk.
It’s the only thing we know.