Finale

The Twin Flames are what hold the Door, 

And give us the grace to move towards, 

A compromise with no fixed conclusion, 

Other than a more perfect union. 

Where all Men are created equal,

Where a Right for one, is a Right for all.

But free men will fight their liberties, 

When their victories fade from living mem’ry.

There’s no doubt, one day not so long from now, 

Our grandchildren will have to renew this same vow, 

They will hold both Flames, stand strong in the breach, 

They will say not here. Not now. Not in this place, 

For one more year they will hold the Door, 

And when it stands, 250 more.

Butwho will save us from ourselves, 

When we crawl, we crawl, but no one helps?

Except a man out of time, 

Two-hundred fifty years old, 

He says, half dead, while laughing: 

Pain, is the means, 

to make heroes, from nothing, 

Hold both flames, loosely, stand in the breach, 

Say not here, not now, not in this place, 

For one more year, you will hold the door, 

One more, 

one more, 

just one year more, 

And if this stands, 250 more. 

To those in the future who don't think you can, 

Look to the past, we do now as they did then, 

Hold both flames, loosely, united we stand, 

Can the free world ride again? Yes we can! 

If you can see that open Door,

If you can feel the honor of that obligation,

If you can hear that ringing instruction,

Then it is you who are the rising sun!