Flames fanning
Pans dark with age.
Burning – triggered coal to crimson
Golden tar browned by ancient sun
Bronze tarmacles
Flames of sword
Star- treks of warrior
Through our times
We cry we laugh
We worked, we talked
Our flames fanning
Our heart gasping
We search with eyes
Our minds as drunk
Heavy with age
And light as gray
These flames that fanned
The light of our fame, we too must learn the rhythm of fate!
