CHAPTER 231 Speak to me of Imagination,
2 You who were raised on color TV,
3 Until books went as flat and black and white,
4 As the paper and ink they were made of.
5 Have you fought back to back with Alan Breck,
6 Or come back from death with the Count of Calvary?
7 Have you seen yourself as a hero,
8 Defeating the odds with courage and dash,
9 Until you believe that your fate is a quest,
10 One that will merit all that it costs,
11 No matter how much that might be?
12 Have you ever fantasized a breakthrough,
13 A new approach,
14 A new frontier,
15 A new and fine idea,
16 A source of hope for all Mankind,
17 Born from the deeps of your own mind,
18 A gift you'll give freely,
19 Because no one else can,
20 And somebody somewhere has to?
21 That's okay.
22 Really.
23 It's just that you are Harriers,
24 And lack of imagination is a wall of your box.
CHAPTER 241 Speak to me of Belief,
2 You who were raised to be smarter than fools,
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3 And to say the things that are said.
4 Have you ever just known that they were all wrong,
5 Because you knew your feelings were right?
6 Have you ever explained to your private self,
7 Where the world and its mysteries come from?
8 Have you ever felt that deep down,
9 You were good and on track for a purpose,
10 And no matter what happened you'd learn from the worst,
11 And follow the best to its end?
12 Have you ever once thought, I would die for this,
13 And I couldn't live if I failed to stand fast,
14 Because that's how much it means?
15 That's okay.
16 Really.
17 It's just that you are Harriers,
18 And Unbelief is the lid of your box.
CHAPTER 251 Speak to me of Home,
2 You who were raised in the City of Brotherly Love,
3 Where your address is a token of dollars and cents,
4 And the young ones grow up to get out.
5 Have you ever sensed your homeland in you,
6 When you were far away,
7 And felt that you were born of earth,
8 And bound to your place of birth,
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