There was an era
When everything seemed so rich
So beautiful, so possible
A wonderful ignorance
To us, the invincible
All adversity was to be met
And opposition that was daring
Was to be bent to our will
–
And the world
Though riling in imperfection
Was to be made right
Through our inerable hand
For we could do all
See all
Be all
–
Ours was the world
And everything in it
Just waiting for our mark
To change in indelibly
