generation waking up
i hear their voices rise above the rest
sounding the march of history's quest
(a new generation, its breaking crest)
there is a movement amongst the many
a waking world, its birthing progeny
(they the ones who hold tomorrow's company)
freedom is that great spirit of liberation
sweeping through our world
it is the cry of revolution
a voice of hope and truth unfurled
passion is that wild soul-stirring
running through our streets
it is the force of a higher will
to which no resistance can defeat
chaos wails, but the future beckons
the long march hastens and quickens its pace
it is the time of a monumental transition
the great awakening of the human race