The Time is Now

It is finally the projected year

The year of the future, the year of hope
The old thirteen was dull and drab and drear
Fourteen was like being strangled with rope

But now its the time for justice and change

Revolution and flying hoverboards
The people of the past who rang and sang
Will not be put down! You will hear our roars!

Change will no longer be caged change will come

Like a white dove, it will fly high and free
Hope will not be saved for the mighty some
It will shine bright for everyone to see

Do not forget the lost and the fallen

But march forward with a hopeful callin