On one serene summer's night,

Pure beasts fall drowsy,

While owls rap in their flight.

On one serene summer's night,

Rich men soundly rest,

While possessed soldiers all fight.

On one serene summer's night,

pure children hear tales,

while juveniles miss the light.

On one serene summer's night,

All those who suffer,

Fail to sing songs of triumph.

On one serene summer's day,

Many people choose,

To always remain the same.

On the serene summer's day,

One must find out how,

To stray away from customs.

Many people dance and sing,

To a single note,

While others choose creating . . . 

Creating another tune,

Living in the light,

Moving without a command,

Shooting for the moon,

Choosing to break traditions,

Dancing out of line,

Singing a song of triumph,

Learning to live life,

As it was meant to be lived.