Just like worthy weather makes a tranquil rain,
We may speak of truth,
The power of the youth,
But the truth in you is people’s ain.
It is the populace on which is acted upon,
The triumphal scheme of triumphal men; shone
Into the world inspiring and aspiring,
The worthy ones, which were thriving,
The dreary and weary nights alone.
People encourage, they preach, they teach,
The path to salvation, and do they beseech,
A hero, created by their own hands,
Who then therefore deserves to stand,
And to the world let his valor reach.
Thus doth maketh,
Worthy people, worthy men,
We may speak of truth,
The power of youth,
But what people maketh; cite they don’t taketh.
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