It's up to us, now.
We can't wait on, or suppose someone else is going to do the right thing.
We have to do it.
We're going to have to dig our arms in, and get dirty.
When the world seems devoid of love, we're going to have to smile bigger, open our arms wider...
And prove its still there.
When it looks ugly, we're going to have to make it beautiful again.
The cycles go, and go... Nations rise, nations fall. Nations rebuild.
Like the seasons, everything comes, and goes. Is born, dies, is born again.
We've got this.