A new hope begins with a simple thought, a fresh ideal
Behind the mind it blooms, with a fresh new start
And so begins your journey, with a heart of steel
To make this new idea blossom inside your heart
I alike many take this lonesome cold and deserted line, those who shudder against cold
To find what I need, without stop or heed, to hope for the reality of what I hold dear
And many shall be the issues I shall face, and many obstacles that will unfold
But this will not stop me, my heart will guide me, faithfully to the goal I steer
I among the few who keep trying to find the source we need, and those who follow if we fall
And proudly I walk, past the shades of those who have given up hope and walk upon the well tread path
We are the few who when we reach the breach, jump without stop and climb the sharp, jagged wall
And those who may someday face the final foe, and fight against all who dare bar our enlightened path
We are the next in line, and we shall light the way, who shall guide us to a new and golden age
Ideals and poets, dreamers and lovers, all shall guide those up through the tall and rocky slope
And though we may fall, hopeless, helpless, blinded by despair and rage
There are those who can dream, and give us all reason for hope
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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