We are chosen to live in peace
Not to glorify the terrible wars.
Then stumbling past our destiny
Tell us what're we fighting for.
Are we on a different road?
What, in deed, were we chosen for?
Was there a misstep that we failed to see
That led us to that fateful fall?
Or are we marching to a different drummer
And slowly picking up the pace.
Tell us what is in store for us,
Are we the new master race?