We're not comparable to elementaries;
We own nothing but legacy,
History the beginning, the end;
All other known legends.
The earthly a various,
Archaics are never ours
The people of today, not theirs,
The next generation are forever, heirs
Of everything, large yards and homes,
All the manors, buildings of stone
From old discoveries the one
Things that cannot be undone,
What was theirs, our own.