We keep indoors
When we dare to venture out
We are cautious Our neighbors
Smile, but in their eyes there is
Reserve and suspicion
They keep their distance,
As we do ours, in mute accord

Much of our fear is unspoken,
For there is at last the weight of custom,
The tender of rote consolation.
We endure thoughts of demise
And measure the distance of death
Death too wears a mask
But consider, there may well be good
In our misfortune if we can find it It is
Hidden in the darkness of our fear

But discover it and see that it is hope
And more; it is the gift of opportunity
We have the rare chance to prevail,
To pose a resolution for world renewal
We can be better than we have ever been
We can improve the human condition
We can imagine, then strive to realize,
Our potential for goodness and morality

We can overcome pestilence, war and poverty
We can preserve our sacred purpose We can
Determine who we are in our essential nature
And who we can be We are committed to this end
For our own sake and for the sake of those
Who will come after us

 There is a better future,
And we can secure it. Let us take up the task, and
Let us be worthy of our best destiny.