There's no graduation for this, I warn you.
No parties, gifts, nor praise to be gained.
There is no reward in what we achieve.
Slaying demons, winning wars
All go unwritten in the history
Because no one wants to remember
Or recall their own mistakes
Through the one moment you did
What they could never do.
But we know our own strength.
And people of our nature
Do not care for glory,
Nor grace, nor fame.
There is no reward meaningful
Enough coming from people
Who do nothing
In the face of a crime.