Anthem

 I have been, as we obviously all do, playing with thoughts. And again as we do, writing as i go along. This morning i arrived here...
   
   now i have a crooked finger it could,
   Not reflect my life.

   if i come back tomorrow will,
   Earnest minds devide.

   don't tarry to long for the answer or,
   Our youth will cut like knife.

   there lies but two emotions still,
    Perceptions of our pride.

    but in one's honest answer could,
    Order be an anthem.

    and if we find their's not good voice,
    Erase it from our thought.

    for we have found a kindred spirit, 
    That we all in truth forgot...

    Please take the first letter, of all the second lines.