Children of the Revolution



A Bohemian storm is brewing

And whatever are we doing

Inside on a Saturday night

We have to fight!

Truth- It will set you free

Beauty- What you want to be

Freedom- Let's set the world alight

And above all things the Love for which we fight

Higher cry the night!

As we learn

Feel the burn

As we ignite

Fire, love, passion, light

All alone

A candle on a stone

May blow out

If we doubt

But a thousand candles shine

Through a greenish haze of wine

Shining on

When the feeble light of day is gone

We live on:

Children of the Revolution.