Caressing the yellowness the sun

And the windy mornings of freedom;

We took oaths atop a mighty rock

Accomplished at the center of hell

Many smooched death's lonely path,

And some chose the smile of betrayal

But mightier did we stand ashore

Fighting in the heat of evil

Hoping for a rosy wind again

Plated with the mornings entwined with smiles

And outsteched arms of love

That our young may romance freedom's tears.