Step with the rhythm you made
The daffodils are still dancing
With a flow, deep rays in between
Through the leaves landing on you
And blows, forcing the past to fade

I'll remember you, I'll be in you
But I can't force them to discontinue
They are strong, dumb sculptures
Yet, ready to put misery on you
To end, and test their ordeals on you

Rise, Oh, the empire of protectors
Mother, brighten the wild with intellect
They will reconquer and set the pace
Where never, we expected peace
Will enlighten on her shoulders