Salvation is a fate written by the wise, interpreted by the few and blessed upon the chosen
It unlocks the key to the mystery
Written on stones washed upon the shores haunted by the spirits of dying soldiers

It is our legacy spoken by heroes wearing the costumes of grandfathers
The musky odor of gun smoke linger with each reenactment of our journey to freedom

The choice is within each of us
Embrace a destiny inscribed in the chapter of birth rite and extend the miracle of life
For the blood of the pen drips for all eternity