Take Heart, Oh Youth, For Tomorrow Breaks
Take heart, oh youth, for tomorrow breaks,
and is a time to seek the truth,
The meaning of life, not beyond your grasp,
not in hiding, as if a sleuth.
The dawning of many better days,
under the sun's warming rays of hope,
Long past the times of bad mistakes,
as mankind was to fail, and to grope.
New life, and in abundance is here,
a fresh beginning, now to be received,
All the joys that tomorrow may bring,
much more than has been conceived.
Use your fine minds, oh youthful ones,
now bring on the challenges to be met,
Put forth your best efforts in your resolve,
the past, as lessons, not to forget.
Let not the aging and withered lands,
prevent your creative and fond renewals,
Plant the seeds of hopes and trusts,
let the gift of the spirit, be your finest of jewels.
Stand up and face the beckoning calls,
bring out the inner powers, your strengths,
Found deep within, and always there,
for your ships to sail the oceans' lengths.
Explore the depths of seas and skies,
putting aside the past deceit and the lies,
Bring forth new cures, throwing out the old,
make great discoveries, all so bold.
A time of imaginations, all grand,
helping create the finest, in the brave new land,
Traverse the outer limits of heaven's own home,
to span the universe, as you roam.
Pour out your hearts, lift up your heads,
take hold of hands, as good news spreads,
Now is the time to breach the gait's doors,
holding all back, from heavenly shores.
Beseech the lines and read the fond stories,
giving hope to the young, so full of all glories,
A better time to live life, is now at hand,
a time to marvel, and each to understand,
Lift the curtain, that hider of days,
remove the looking glass, with its masking haze,
Open all minds, take a closer look inside,
abolish the gloom, that death seems to abide.
Find your true selves, making the best choices,
lift your true spirits in powerful voices,
Take heart, oh youth, for tomorrow is to break,
is the time of good tidings, with heroes, to make.
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