On the wings of progress

Within the old and at the start, Back when all our life was short and hard; Death was all that tomorrow seemed to bring, Lost in shadows we were stuck in endless plight.

Yet from that endless dark, Our salvation was yet found; From the ground we soared​ and charged into the sky, Lifted by the graceful wings of progress we truly seemed to fly!

Above the horrors of the old, ​​​​​​Past pain, beyond the cold; Finally finding what we sought, All saw the grace that forward brought!

The will to advance now at our core, Stronger still we soar; ​​​​​​We've lit a fire the ages never shall extinguish!

In the face of reaction's horrid spite, the beacon burns forever bright; Never shall we cease to sustain its fire!