This life and world we live in has had the long-unspoken joy
Of breeding it’s inhabitants as cold and cruel, but coy

Each snake with heart of ice among us, each vulture that is bred
May go to great lengths to see that timid mice are dead

Yet, the long-forgotten story…is different, you may find
The world made only children who were gentle, fair, and kind

This long-beloved melody has forever been unsung
In the dusty, barren, corners of our memory, it’s hung

The long-uncasted shadow of the world we left behind
Only rotting apparitions of the gentle, fair, and kind

This long-unwanted world we have, that is now claimed as ours
Is desolate and yearning to relinquish its new scars

One day our long-lost world…will restore it’s self anew
And wake up to a shining day of sunbeams and sweet dew

The long-beloved melody thus begins to chime
Though it is not strong enough to reverse the hands of time

The long-rewritten book of our ever-changing world
The pages flipping, lightening fast…the future now unfurled

I cannot yet say what it shall be, but something will unwind
The time is coming closer, for the gentle, fair, and kind

This brilliant day of days is coming closer, faster, still
The glory and the splendor of the sun is sure to thrill

A long-unshown light of sorts…a beacon of the mind
Is calling out in rapture, to the gentle, fair, and kind

The snakes and vultures, all wicked things, are quickly weeded out
These abominations, the world is surely best without

The day has finally come, when the world is not confined
By darkness, but rather, by the gentle, fair, and kind