It is everything, my heart does render.
The call of romance and love,
War and battle, confusion and struggle.
Do we find these Doves' this age?.
We are indeed my dear and darling,
Unique of time and space.
We are that of the old age, wise we rise,
Silent we hide, in this world that hears,
No sigh.
we try to battle on,
With the courage of old thought.
We belong in the years that have begone.
We are here, we see the future near,
Vision is our call, no need to say more.
We are, we now, we will live on.
Through the age of time, history is our line.
Our names they will put, research they will find,
Due to our intellectual minds.
