Inspired by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s “From Morituri Salutamus”
How beautiful is youth? And how bright it gleams. With illusion, aspiration and dreams. That book of beginnings, a story without end, each woman a heroine. Aladdin’s Lamp and Fortunatus’ purse, holding the treasures of the universe. All possibilities are in their hands. No danger daunts them, and no foe withstands. No foe withstands. No foe withstands. No foe withstand. With ambitious feet, secure and proud, leaning on cloud. These voices, so loud, there’s no stopping this crowd… unity in youth, abound. Alongside old men too weak to fight. The youth chirping as songbirds in delight, all through the night… all through the night. Where is my youth, I’m no longer death proof. I’m so long in the tooth. Light years from the boy who had it all in my hand. So far from the one whose destiny I once did command. Light years from the boy who had it all in my hand. It passes me now by like sand. How beautiful is youth? And how bright it does gleam. With illusion, aspiration and the sweetest of dreams. Counting years like rings within a strong forest tree. Why doesn’t the fountain of youth have a portion for me? Oh, where’s my share, to quell this despair? Where’s this fountain? Hear my prayer. Hear my prayer. Hear my prayer. Hear, hear my prayer. Is anybody there? Hear my prayer! Hear me.
