ANTHEM

An idea here, an idea there

Ideas floating everywhere

Passion indeed has so much to give

But passion needs a place to live

A place of hope, a place of joy

Where dreams of morrow get to survive

In tranquil seas they sip the wine

And grow on hope till they shine

A love so true, a love so pure

A love that just seems to endure

In minds of men who have seen

A soldier seeking his virgin queen

Dreams of love, dreams of joy

Dreams that certainly want to thrive

Some for you and some for the world

Waiting for you to behold …