LAST CYCLE © 2008
Look at the children,
Free in their childhoods,
Playing life in dances,
To the rhythm of their innocence.
In them, time truly breathes,
And we, the older ones, dig up memories,
From the depths of the soul, the memory sighs:
“Survive!” and preserve the stories.
They are our diamonds, shining,
That illuminate the path of life,
Future infants, always triumphant,
Rising to the sky, with heads held high.
With a voice that resonates, firm and vibrant,
They tell those who will one day be born:
“Children of the nation, onward, onward,
Make something of life worth deserving!”
May the future embrace you with glory,
And may the soul never perish,
In the eternal pulse of memory,
May your legacy prevail.
Always, and eternally.