It’s easy to say, when you’re so down,
that everything’s pointless;
Your eyes burn, your ears howl,
your limbs are disjointed.
Barren fields, the barren earth, never more will it flower-
Rub your face and your hands in the dirt:
now is the hour.
So stand staright looking over your shoulder,
Walk on though you fear to arrive,
Don’t wait till you know that it’s over,
Be strong-it’s your place to survive.
While the holocaust rages around you,
be the eye of the storm;
Though the extent of disaster astounds you,
forearmed is forewarned.
You may have passed time in happier ways
But there are other mountains to climb:
You’ve never lived as you’re living today-
now is the time.