Cheek Lyrics

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!

I'm sorry, but I don't want to be an emperor. That's
not my business. I don't want to rule or conquer
anyone. I should like to help everyone if possible;
Jew, Gentile, black man, white. We all want to help one
another. Human beings are like that. We want to live by
each others happiness, not by each others misery. We
don't want to hate and despise one another. In this
world there is room for everyone, and the good earth is
rich and can provide for everyone. The way of life can
be free and beautiful, but we have lost the way. Greed
has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with
hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed.
We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in.
Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our
knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and
unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More
than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness,
we need kindness and gentleness. Without these
qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost.
The airplane and the radio have brought us closer
together. The very nature of these inventions cries out
for the goodness in men; cries out for universal
brotherhood; for the unity of us all. Even now my voice
is reaching millions throughout the world, millions of
despairing men, women, and little children, victims of
a system that makes men torture and imprison innocent
people. To those who can hear me, I say, do not
despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the
passing of greed, the bitterness of men who fear the
way of human progress. The hate of men will pass, and
dictators die, and the power they took from the people
will return to the people. And so long as men die,
liberty will never perish. Soldiers! Don't give
yourselves to brutes, men who despise you, enslave you; who regiment your lives, tell you what to do, what to
think and what to feel! Who drill you, diet you, treat
you like cattle, use you as cannon fodder. Don't give
yourselves to these unnatural men - machine men with
machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines,
you are not cattle, you are men! You have the love of
humanity in your hearts! You don't hate! Only the
unloved hate; the unloved and the unnatural. Soldiers!
Don't fight for slavery! Fight for liberty! In the
seventeenth chapter of St. Luke, it is written that the
kingdom of God is within man, not one man nor a group
of men, but in all men! In you! You, the people, have
the power, the power to create machines, the power to
create happiness! You, the people, have the power to
make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a
wonderful adventure. Then in the name of democracy, let
us use that power. Let us all unite. Let us fight for a
new world, a decent world that will give men a chance
to work, that will give youth a future and old age a
security. By the promise of these things, brutes have
risen to power. But they lie! They do not fulfill that
promise. They never will! Dictators free themselves but
they enslave the people. Now let us fight to fulfill
that promise. Let us fight to free the world! To do
away with national barriers! To do away with greed,
with hate and intolerance! Let us fight for a world of
reason, a world where science and progress will lead to
all men's happiness. Soldiers, in the name of
democracy, let us all unite!

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!'

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