She raised herself with elegance
above the scathing sea,
and from a splendid mountaintop,
her strength shines down on me.
But I see the waves are rising
as the clouds conceal the sun
and choke her bright horizons;
will hope be overrun?
My heart is moved to action!
I can't let beauty fall!
If ever hope is lapsing,
I'll always heed her call.
Apr 28, 2011
Apr 28, 2011 at 9:45 AM UTC
She raised herself with elegance
above the scathing sea,
and from a splendid mountaintop,
her strength shines down on me.
But I see the waves are rising
as the clouds conceal the sun
and choke her bright horizons;
will hope be overrun?
My heart is moved to action!
I can't let beauty fall!
If ever hope is lapsing,
I'll always heed her call.
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