The choice to shape a future

[Sander 3312]

The choice to shape a future
By Ser Fiske of Hallaberg

In a field way up north, under an old pine tree
There’s a fair blonde girl a-sitting, and it’s there that she should be
Away from all the trouble of the world, all the bother
With the past on the horizon, thinking back of mother.

The greatest gifts that a mother ever could give
Are the roots of responsibility, and the ability to live
In freedom of mind and heart, with true independence
And the choice to shape a future, one for our descendants.

For twenty-five years now, the fair blonde has been on her own
A time free of bounds and shackles, a time in which she’s grown
As she realizes what it means, that ability to be free
She realizes she’ll have to decide, who she wants to be.

She’s got a long history, earned her place in the world
Is proud beyond comparison, keeps her banners unfurled
But history’s behind her, she’s long past the divorce
The banners point to a future, one with her own course.

A hardened future surely, for she knows the world is rough
All the more she knows, that to survive one must be tough
She’s seen the friends and foes, who with the time have gone
And for them she made a saying: “The sea bows to none”.

So she looks ahead, mind set on her goal
And she’ll build a road toward it, by mountain, river and coal
She’ll walk the path with vigor, all the more if it narrows
Stand fast on it or fall perhaps, reduced to bones and barrows.

Then will she triumph, will she stumble? For her it's no surprise
She may fall, be torn apart, but from ashes she will rise!
Indeed so it went in the past, and her task hasn’t forgone her
She remembers these times proudly, for with duty comes honor.

She stands, she’ll shape her future, that she rightly trusts
But to do that she must go, yes he who rests, rusts
That future may bring its challenges, but stalwart she will tell them
The battlecry that brought her here: the old ‘Krusae zwy kongzem’!