Long ago, when skies would brightly show
The stars that glow above a blue horizon,
I'd stand below them, and though the wind would blow,
I'd wave hello, and always fix my eyes on
Those lights that grow, with moon up high and sun down low,
No rush to go, the dawn would always rise on.
But darkness grows, and light now flickers low,
And shadows roam, and hope has passed
To one who'll stand and fight.