Can we find our way to the winding path,
Which leads through the woods’ darkness?
Hold hands, be brave, support each other;
Frightening it may be, but nothing’s forever.
This only keeps my hope alive; it must change.
Lemmings are weak models for how we march,
Lockstep, dead eyes forward, seeing no other.
Doctrine, prejudice drummed in our wee ears.
Please, please, please, please, please, listen!
Your inner voice whispers, urges you to stop.
To those telling you, lose your own life, say no.
They would end all life. Why would you listen?