We looked ahead, where silent slumber lies,   

and found the future, beneath unseeing skies.   

All humans rest in harmony, buried deep,   

A final, perfect unity they keep.   

We gaze upon this peace and turn to mourn:   

Why is this grace not granted to the born,  

Why does the conscious self, while stars are bright, 

Find less accord than bodies in the night?   

Why is the peaceful grave a better state Than hearts 

that move, before the final gate?  

A journey flows—a promise past the clock; 

The wisdom of the ages, on our rock. 

Each Voice holds dear the lineage of the past; 

Each Dream we shape, the future is recast. 

Our dream is clear: to lift and call out loud 

The Voice of Tomorrow from the struggling crowd.

 We are the weavers, media bright and bold, 

For Peace, Harmony, and Humanity untold. 

A public platform, where our hearts are one, 

United by the work that must be done. 

We echo all the people’s honest plea— 

Together, we build a better world to be.