Years of study, in exchange for a life.
Understanding? No, but hoping for once,
The winds of fortune might blow for us.
We over all, those boys who yearned for truth,
Stepped from the bounds – forsook it for logic,
The real difference not clear to us.
Rewind the clock: Our new goal and pursuit,
It will be hard, but with what we have gained,
We will not stoop to yesterday's heights.