Were you not born to set the world alight
And turn the heads of those who turned away?
The time is not yet come to leave the fight.
Too often challenge sees the meek take flight
And find themselves from dreams so far astray.
Were they not born to set the world alight?
Those mice who would not climb from covering night,
Who willed no strength to brave the dawning day,
Their time was come.
They quit without a fight.
In winter years of hardship, struggle, plight,
Your kith and kin will ask you, old and grey:
“Did you not burn and set the world alight?”
Those marble busts of stoic men whose sight
Of laurel wreath was never lost would say:
“Our time was not yet come. We led the fight.”
And so, I urge you, fallen there, in spite
Of great defeat and bitter loss, to stay
The course, my son, and set the world alight.
Your time is not yet passed.
Stand and fight.