We're here and we're planning on sticking around,

Until we think ourselves into the ground.

We adapted, we overcame. Mother nature tried to end us.

Now she bows her head.

We could change

it's not too late,

to right our wrongs

and change our fate

To thrive? or to survive?

...we shall get our due.

That is Nature's iron rule.

Hm... I'm in that human species, and I'm pretty cool, right? That counts for something.

So we can fix our mistakes.

So we can prove that we are worth it.

The little boy with bright eyes. The creeping shadows have yet to consume him. Hope.

We're lively, hardy, and stubborn, and we've survived this long...also, our stupidity is rather amusing.

Because sometimes we stare at the clouds and watch lightning in wonder instead of fear.