The Chariot - Cheek.

I found the answer... open your hands.
Reach out, distance enough, and fair maiden in hand,
All in all, we ain't... But, we press on!

(sample from The Great Dictator)

Don't set the sun or let hearts grow dim. Return back to the hill that you left, with the city in your hands and if nothings left, well, the forest marches on. Forget not who you are. Children of the sun. My point is,
salt is on the ground,
the cast are on their way,
and the audience is set.
Now that we have painted faith, shout, "Victory is ours!"



This song makes me want to break stuff, cry, and give everyone a hug all at the same time.