To All Who Listen

Look forward to where you are going, not have gone
It is the strong that should be afraid
The weak has won
Shadows disperse
Light will come
We have won

It is these questions of future, not of a past
The rich are growing weary
It is the poor that will rise
Turn away the old
Joy will come
We have won

New thoughts are longed for, burn away the old
Aren't we all the same?
Whisper in ears of your brother and sister
"Together, we have won."