| It’s easy to say, when you’re so down | 
| That everything’s pointless; | 
| Your eyes burn, your ears howl | 
| Your limbs are disjointed | 
| Barren fields, the barren earth | 
| Never more will it flower | 
| Rub your face and your hands in the dirt: | 
| Now is the hour! | 
| So stand straight, looking over your shoulder; | 
| Walk on, though you fear to arrive; | 
| Don’t wait till you know that it’s over | 
| Be strong — it’s your place to survive | 
| While the holocaust rages around you | 
| Be the eye of the storm; | 
| Though the extent of disaster astounds you | 
| Forearmed is forewarned | 
| You may have passed time in happier ways | 
| But there are other mountains to climb: | 
| You’ve never lived as you’re living today — | 
| Now is the time! | 
| Stand straight, though your back breaks from trying | 
| Walk on — even now you must strive | 
| Don’t wait — while you’re waiting, you’re dying; | 
| Be strong, it’s your place to survive | 
| The universe is doubtless | 
| Unfolding just exactly as it should | 
| And these dreams of remorse or foreboding | 
| Just won’t do you any good | 
| The joy, the passion, possessions you own | 
| The bitterness and the pain | 
| The end of everything you’ve ever known… | 
| All these are ordained | 
| Stand straight looking into the future | 
| Walk on — we’ve each got our own lives | 
| Don’t wait for a guru or tutor | 
| Be strong — it’s your place to survive | 
| Stand straight, looking over your shoulder | 
| Walk on: though it hurts, you’re alive | 
| Don’t wait… if you wait it’s all over; | 
| Be strong — it’s your right to survive |