a will.
a voice calls out,
not yet a shout.
it starts in the dark,
a single spark,
then grows in the heart.
life.

now rise,
take shape.
the dream takes form
beyond the norm,
defying the storm.
it will not be erased,
it can’t be replaced,
though empires raced
to see it disgraced.

but still it returns,
the spirit that burns,
and patiently yearns.
it stands alone,
on ancient stone.
home.

from mountain to shore,
it asks for more
than what came before,
not war, but a door
to futures in store.
the people now hear
the message so clear,
without any fear,
drawing hope near,
banishing despair.
let the will be known,
on every stone thrown,
in every seed sown,
in love fully grown.

now the chorus expands,
crossing all lands,
held in our hands,
answering demands.
the rhythm is sure,
it will endure,
and aims for the pure.
no force can erase
the light on this face,
the truth in this place.
we are the will,
and time stands still.
life.