Upbringing was like pruning a tree,
Cutting of the branches of rebellion,
Leaving the trunk of obedience
Rooted in the ground of reason.
An overwhelming potential restricted,
To put one on their right road,
Accepted as given, never questioned:
To stride a prepaved path like millions before,
To be shaped like millions before,
To die like millions before.
Cutting of the branches of rebellion,
Leaving the trunk of obedience
Rooted in the ground of reason.
An overwhelming potential restricted,
To put one on their right road,
Accepted as given, never questioned:
To stride a prepaved path like millions before,
To be shaped like millions before,
To die like millions before.
The new breed is planted,
No longer willing to wither.
Our fertilizer is self-determination,
To gain new goals,
Never satisfied with the presence.
Join our way or ask yourself:
When was the last time you felt truly free?
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