Go tell your Mama how the story ended!

Twas the middle of exodus in Summer,

We joined the troop going North

With hopes from the Sahara

in quest of the Golden Fleece

We labored heartily, ‘til we bled.

we were loved, we were envied, we were hated

We toiled as men, we strive with conscience

But we fell upon hard times,

we were hit hard by the hand of afflictions

The boat sank...we lost time.

we emerged afloat...then attacked in ambush

wounded by disguised foes,
betrayed by kisses of wolves veiled as sheep

In crisis of faith,

we questioned self, we doubted life,

we redressed, we regrouped, and things turned up anew

Happiness cloaked in cynic covers

Stereotypes hinder destiny

some beats of the heart are more trusting than cocoons of closed mind!

While time ticks, life failed

courses and choices were altered.

Identities were questioned,

What is our roots and mission?

Are we closing in on the search since we left home?

Shall we turn aside to see our own burning bush?

Go tell your mama how we came

in search of something, and found 'one thing'

How we seek the golden fleece, but found the golden heart 

How great things are often concealed! 

How we lost ourself to find ourselves!

How we sow ourself to reap ourselves!
How we found a reason to live again!

Go tell your mama how brave men lived

We came, we saw, we gave and we conquered.

What was lost was found,

when we gave again and again

until genuineness gripped ingenuity 

our wounds were healed, our hearts made strong!

Go tell your mama how the story ended...

that we disbanded from herds of lunatics!

We bought the truth!

We exhumed the spirits of heroes in pages!

We seized the courage of heroes past!

We sat with great minds!

We traced treasures back in centuries,

thru echoes of honour in covers,

We found a reason to stand for

We stood to be counted, and died standing, 

propped in death by truth and conscience!

As for this Golden Fleece? Go tell your mama 

We don't know what it looks like, 

but we found one thing that surpassed a fleece!

She's higher than the high heel on her feet,

shinning with a golden faith!

Go tell your Mama: We may never return with a fleece, 

but we stood in honour, with honour,

And we never missed every moment that takes our breathes away!