Twinkling wonderful
butterflies of hope
flying our skies, let's
handle with fragile
hands of faith and
eye of assurance.

The stinging night is dead
as the day is coming
alive with eerie sun of
victory rising  in hallow
of assured glowing stars.

Our day has come in
gold and emerald, shooting
glory in glory for glory in
chariots of fire, bringing peace
in luminous cataracts of
thunder of gold!