Skip to contentPurged are the sentries of our soul;Alone we are in this mortal hole;Defying our kind when rolls unwind and bread is stowed with only us in mind;How little we are to move so far without a North star to show us afar;Here into the minds eye we see, only fear over the sea;Yet servitude holds no bars, only limits from the stars;As blacksmiths fail and powers bail there is no truth without a sail;How can we toil and serve our grail without a torch to point and fail;Leading our fight of the small and slight;This is our chance to dance the rhythm of the mind;Gaining height and sight of land, we see only shadows without light;Helping hands must now prevail, untouched by form and given without being born;For we are the light within and the soul outside;We are the kind and the type to forge and fight;We are the people of this now and the people to see right now;There is only one if there is only you, but a World in view is bigger with all you too.