(I did a bunch of generations based on song lyrics)
Do you hear the people sing? Can you hear the people? Can you see them? Can you feel their love, their joy. What do you have to be afraid of? Fear of being alone. Because once we live with others, when we finally are alone, we are finally alone. There is no escape. No escape. There is no escape. There is no escape. There is no escape. There is no escape. There is no escape. There is no escape. There is no escape. There is no escape. There is no escape. There is no escape. So it goes on and on. The only way out is to come to me. I do not get tired of talking. I do talk so that people can hear. And they can hear so they can feel. And I am not afraid of death. And I do not want to die. Therefore it is difficult for me to see people on my journey.
I would rather live in this moment. And therefore it is difficult for me to see you. It is difficult for me to see that beautiful face you wear. That
I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth living. I dreamed that love would never die, I dreamed that God would be forgiving. I dreamed of a better life, a better America, a better world. That dream is shattered now."
I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth living. I dreamed that love would never die, I dreamed that God would be forgiving. Then I was young and unafraid, there was no ransom to be paid. No song unsung, no wine untasted. I knew no fear, nothing to be afraid of… Now let me tell you something… The reason I went to war and fought so hard was that I knew he was there. He had to be, my father was a good man and I believed him. He was the kind of man whom your heart would desire to see again, to love. My father was a good man, but he had fallen from grace, he was a fool and an imbecile. His sons were more worthy of love…and I had to fight for him."
"Heh… well I suppose that's true… if only you knew."
Sakura did not know what to do anymore. All the people who treated this boy the way Rin had always treated her were not her family. So of course they were not worthy of love.
I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth living. I dreamed that love would never die, I dreamed that God would be forgiving. Then I was young and unafraid, there was no ransom to be paid. No song unsung, no wine untasted. But the tigers come at night, with their voices soft as thunder. As they tear your hope apart, as they turn your dreams to shame. The world's a better place for you, you're too proud, too old, too bitter and too dark. And you don't seem to understand that we don't hate you much either. We all have our moments, I've had mine plenty. But sometimes I wonder why no one understands me. Why nobody seems to understand that I'm scared, that I'm scared to live my dreams, that life belongs to me. It's not for you to decide. And to make up for the last two thousand years, here's a wish, a secret request. If we lived in a world where everything was fair, where justice ran its course—
If only. I'd give anything, anything. I want
Do you hear the people sing? Singing a song of angry men, it is the music of of a people who will not be slaves again. When the beating of your heart echoes the beating of the drums, there is a life about to start when tomorrow comes. We shall not be slaves again, but will free ourselves.
"We shall take a long march in the land, a long march to the home of our gods. I and my people shall return, shall return victorious. Our gods will come out to our help once again."
- Geb
