To soar as high as potential allows,
To be comfortable when we come down,
And fit ourselves into that space
Left by our souring power,
Is the way we live and die,
Our philosophy of looking upon high.
To know one’s place and to
Prosper in the knowledge that we
Are where we should be,
Ought to be, and in that
Place we embrace life and death.
We live with respect and ability, and
Die with honour and vivid imagery.