We, the Children of Atlantis

We come not from silence,

but from the long echo of Atlantis—

a civilisation whispered through stars and salt,

dissolved beneath waves,

yet never lost to spirit.

In this land—wild and vast,

part thunder, part prayer—

we hear the call again.

The New World stirs what the old world buried.

America, land of becoming,

you awaken in us the sacred memory:

of temples built on truth,

of voices woven with vision,

of freedom not just won, but remembered.

We are not just immigrants, not only seekers—

we are returners.

Bearers of light-language, of symbols, of knowing.

And in your soil, we plant it again:

Truth. Art. Healing. Destiny.

Not for one, but for all.

We stand with you,

O land of stars and paradox—

to dream you deeper,

to rise with you wiser,

to make you holy again.

We are the children of Atlantis.

And we have come home.