Above the moon
Numerous stars, countless
Wreathe these skies
Above our heads
Numerous riddles, countless
Shield our lives.
But a seed of live is a burning dream
That breaks in us hopefilled smiles
Beyond this dark pall that shields the human eyes
And still will keep our feet firm
At pace with time on these never calm seas.
Thus, on every dusk
Gentle pats, warm hugs-
Tenderness of loved ones
We hold dear- shaping hope
Beyond the sting and smarts of our toils
And aching bones and sinews in peace will rest
For the dream of tomorrow that never dies.
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