Between the humming of a tune that is a picture in our minds
Faded stars are reminiscent of long ago accorded medals
Slaves for a longed for fortune
That will be the priviledge of the future generations
Forgotten for longer than the eye can see far
The ages roll down the softening slopes of mountain ranges
The wheel of time turns
Its labourer’s are crushed under the weight of its passing
Words echo in the stilness of ravine valleys
Wisdom claimed in the hardest of times
When battle against the unforeseen hardened our backs
A sound that can only just be caught to the strained ear