Sitting on the crescent moon,
Young Matthew declared,
“I’ll climb the stars, live on Mars;
Admire the mountains that burn in the sun;
Amaze the world and prove:
The same Matthew they had hurled in the past,
the criticism they had cast.
Sitting on the crescent moon,
Young Matthew declared, that he will be his own boon.
Clinging down the verdant tree,
Juvenile Chelsea declared,
I’ll build the roads of peace;
destroy the gates to hell;
I’ll let all the sorrows dispel:
And pave a path to freedom,
which I, was stopped from.
Clinging down the verdant tree,
Juvenile Chelsea declared, that she will be her own glee.
Why won’t you dream?
Go, look out for yourself.
Why won’t you prove your worth?
Go, and teach the world to value oneself.
Why won’t you stand up?
Go divulge your talent.
Only then will the world realise,
how long you stayed strong and gallant.
