What is beyond the copper field?
Rows and rows this planet would wield.
Does every star consist a design,
To bring a place that’s hard to find.
On foreign soil that roll in a shroud,
Oh how this world become so proud.
To sway the fold of distant man,
Afar the cause of progress at hand.
To there that reach the heart, the soul,
To land and thrive in nameless goal.
In bound by creed of good or bad,
Tales that spin, happy or sad.
For all its beauty would never last,
By hearts of hand they dig and cast.
But hint remain on the field of bronze,
Whose light that shines on every dawn.
Music: Star Waltz by Sebastien01