Our Finest Hour Poem by Justin Gildow

Grab your goblet or chalice
We'll drink to a toast
We'll wish that the beauty will forever remain in the palace
We'll try to enjoy our finest hour the way we can the most

There's shimmering melodies
There's chiming choruses

In our finest hour
We'll adore the many variety of flowers
And we'll wait for the many leaders to show us their powers

In our finest hour
We've learned anything is possible
Whatever happens to me
Or whatever happens to you
It's all seriously true