I've seen a coma of the trees 
forgotten forlorn falling leaves 
that seem content with atrophy 
as seasons pass them by
I've felt a coma of the sun 
the work from light of day undone 
a cold wind blows the night's begun 
as moments pass us by
wasted work, that's been put forth 
blood and sweat to make once more 
progress that's been made before 

. . . . . . . . . 

wake up and open your eyes 
wake up you're starting anew 
wake up and fade from your dreams 
wake up rise to your fate
your fate your fate oh rise to your fate 
your fate, your fate, oh rise to your fate 
your fate, your fate, oh rise to your fate 
your fate, your fate, oh rise to your feet