Another star twinkles its last
And yet the sky does not mourn
Only the moon weeps gently
Behind the wisps of clouds
But still the golden star will rise
Breaking horizons line
In Reds, pinks and yellow
and the land answers with song
Only the sea whispers gently
Against the grey rocks
Bubbling through the pebbles
Murmuring of memories
But still the mountains stand
Defiant and...