Born in the light, be it night or day,

In our cribs, without sound we lay,

Our attention, drawn to the sky above,

We we were smittened by our mothers love.

As we grew, our head in the stars,

shattering through our encaging bars.

Soaring above,  our minds in the air.

Our burdens, but a passing trouble to bear.

We mature on, our body alters,

but with it, our dream never falters.

Through ages past, and seconds lost,

We stand firm, tis not a boast.

Called fools, caste from social norm,

The ideas, they never cease to form.

Though we lose peer, friend and love,

Our calling is true, praise from above.

Others join us, brethren in arms,

We stand united, against many an alarm.

We march on, in valour, no vain,

We are not man, we are one, different, but same.

We are dreamers, our minds are free,

Our minds percieve, what most cannot see.

For when an idea, falls into our sight,

We grasp and do not let go, with all our might.

We are relentless, we do not tire,

we kneel not, to lord, kind or sire.

We march on, through the unforgiving tide,

to the universe itself, we choose to confide.