we are the children of the earth
born fast in a quiet revolution
where our hearts beat louder than our drums
we are the twisted sisters of sorrowed hearts
who are born alone and die alone
we live not for religious pain or agnostic hate
our fatherless watch is our freedom
our tasteless food and ragged hair define us
more than our riches ever will
we laugh and love and make love
and fear not those who will rule
for the only shackles that bind
are placed heavy on the mind
but our chaos is designed
and our disgrace is truth
we bow only to beauty
we speak only in grace
we don't long for freedom
we are the children of the earth
freedom longs for us.

success

be a good person and the admiration of the people who love you will be at your feet;
be a successful person and the admiration of the people who lust after you will be at your feet;
mutually exclusive they are not but if success and glory and legacy are life's goals,
to whom will your bell toll when the time comes?